The sky is burning, I believe my soul’s on fire,
You are, I’m learning, the key to my desire.
I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key
If you should go skating
on the thin ice of my life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
Walking on thin ice,
Im paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air.
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with your heart?
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of a new day
Well I got a brand new pair of roller skates
you have a brand new key.
Stole my Camaro, primer grey
Took my suitcase and all my pay
Ain’t got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to a man so close to being cured
She look so cool in her new Camaro
It’s black as coal and it goes boy, go go go
My folks bought me a bitchin’ Camaro, with no insurance to match
So if I happen to run you down, please don’t leave a scratch
Wake me up before you go-go
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
DAMN!
The car was stalled that fateful night
Upon the railroad tracks.
I pulled you out and we were safe,
But you went running back
In the still of the night
I hear the wolf howl baby
sniffing around your door
In the still of the night
I feel my heart beating heavy
telling me I gotta have more
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen,
Doing the Werewolves of London.
Ah Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
I smell like I sound. I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Stay hungry . . . feel the fire
Stay hungry . . . don’t explode
Stay hungry . . . with desire
Stay hungry you’re alone
Feed me
Feed me Seymour
Feed me all night long
I wanna rock and roll all night
and party every day
You’re not a real junkie 'til your face falls to bits
You’re not a ladies man 'til you’re arrested for it
You’re not a real drunk until you’re hospitalized
It’s not a real party until somebody dies
I went to the country, and while I was gone,
I lost control of my bodily functions on the roller-headed lady’s front lawn.
I’m so ashamed. But I can’t help myself.
I’m a wino man.
They took you up to midnight mass, left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
This is religion, Jesus Christ
This is religion, cheaply priced