let me tell you about Michael Raines   got involved in the distribution of cocaine game   parents kicked him out, girlfriend Kristin the same   cops come flush it down, down, down the drain   cat on the mouse and the cops on the cat   no traps could keep the acid brats    with pure plush leather seats for drums   we could never get away from those    outer suburban perimeter strip mall slums   we were stupid then   trying to capture the zen of broken glass bombs    well, great adventures on the jersey shore    pouring motor oil in the pool of the girl next door   Iron Maiden, Radio City Music Hall, 1985   we were clones for the headbangers ball   we weren't punks, we were cheese and corn   we were born and bred to fill out the college form   but Michael couldn't make the grades   if he got B's and A's he would've had it made   his adopted dad said he'd buy him a porsche    if he got back on track, you know, back on course   but Mike was bored with these attempts to buy love   he was always bored and left alone   in that home on the hillside above   but most of all he was bored in those attempts to buy love   la-la- love. la-la-love   well, back to Michael, what was his deal?    you know, he's just trying hard to taste the feel.   his cigarettes was his food, his beer was a meal   you know, he loved spinning so he jumped on the wheel   old man Michael was a friend of mine   we got in cool car crashes in the summer time   participated in petty crime,    well, I moved south and he ended up doing a little bit of time   when all along he was just looking to have a good time.