Because hell, hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell, hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love
With your bones and your flesh
I believe the children are our are future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
I’m doing all right, getting good grades,
The future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.
I gotta wear shades.
I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can so I can
See the light that’s right before my eyes
Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he’s gonna make it tonight
She’s ported and relieved and she’s stroked and bored.
She’ll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
Well, the last thing I remember, Doc
I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know I’ll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve
Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long
Transfusion transfusion
Oh doc pardon me for this crazy intrusion
I’m never never never gonna speed again
Pump the fluid in me Louie
The road has got me hypnotized
And I’m speedin’ into a new sunrise
When I get lonely and I’m sure I’ve had enough
She sends her comfort comin’ in from above
We don’t need no letter at all
We’ve got a thing that’s called radar love
Ricky don’t lose that number…
Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number: 867-5309
Pennsylvania 6-5000
666 is no longer alone,
He’s getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Surrender now or face my spite
I grant you it may be Friday night
But did you know this day also numbers 13?
Number 9…numbet 9…number 9
The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says
“Take a break Driver 8 Driver 8 take a break
We’ve been on this shift too long”
The conductor sings his song again: “Passengers will please refrain,”
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.
Driving that train, high on cocaine
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
If you want to hang out, you’ve got to take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine