Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
Layin' on 'electric dreams
We've got five years, what a surprise
Of the mountain To the rooftops
With God given ass
This mellow black chick just put my spine out of place
Let the children use it
I'm back from Suffragette City
Praying to the light machine
You better hang on to yourself
Five years, that's all we've got
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
Love is careless in its choosing
Oh don't lean on me man 'cause you ain't got time to check it
A brave son, who gave his life to see the slogan
I could make a transformation as a rock 'n' roll star
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
away
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