On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to
Day by day, look what the papers say
Day by day,
I once had a dream
A feeling inside
A yearning so bad
You
Your heroes stare with glossy smiles
(Friday's Angels)
They always had that
I know you've heard these things before
You get the same
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short sighted
Narrow
Jailhouse Rocker roots training down in Memphis
Well, Liverpool Johnny rocks
The Greyhound's rockin' out tonight to maximum rockabilly
When two punks
All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh
All around me, ooh, yeah,
What's it like to play a part?
What's it like to
Well, I met her downtown
I think we'd spoken
I think we'd
Blinded by a million shades
I couldn't see their eyes
I couldn't
They customized their gear and synchronized
They flame out in the
A sixteen hundred, packed with angry young men
Came burning down
The last lot make a few mistakes
They didn't die young,
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