Have I ever told you How good it feels to hold you It isn't easy to explain And though I'm really trying I think I may start crying My heart can't wait
Somebody call me on the phone Say, "Hey hey hey, is Arty home? You wanna take a walk, you wanna go cop? You wanna go get some Chinese rock?" I'm livin
Danny says we gotta go Gotta go to Idaho But we can't go surfin' 'cause it's 20 below Sound checks at 5:02 The record stores and interviews Oh, but I
remember rock'n'roll radio? Do you remember Murray the K Alan Freed and high energy? It's the end of the 70's It's the end of the century Do you remember
Feedback blasting out my ears Makes me so high I love all the monitor men But why are they alive? The van is making me crazy It's just like being in the
High risk insurance, the time is right High risk insurance, the time is right Got endurance, I was trained I got my sights adjusted and my telescope
I can't make it on time I can't make it on time I keep on tryin' and tryin' I can't make it on time I can't hurry and you can't wait It doesn't matter
When I look into your big brown eyes And I feel like I'm in paradise I want you by my side 'Cause I'm affected, affected Yeah, I'm affected, affected
Don't wanna study on the G.I. bill Want more action, haven't had my fill Mercenary, fight for anyone Fight for money, fight for fun Let's go, let's go
well I don't care about history. Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school 'Cause that's not where I wanna be. Rock, rock, rock'n'roll high school I just wanna
Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They went down to the Mudd Club And they both got drunk, oh yeah, oh Jackie is a bookie, Judy's taking loans They both
I had no advantage over you There was troubles and I had 'em too Just 'cause you're so stung out Don't mean it can't work it out (Ba-ba-banana) This
the 21st century Life has changed from everything we knew All that we've been through It doesn't make sense to me Living in the 21st century Global
quest for permanence, we lose sight of the relative unimportance, of our conquest to see who can produce the most trash Before you Die Welcome to the end of the century
we feel the same Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight End of a century, oh it's nothing special Oh end of a century, oh it's nothing special
blue in my arm No time to the end of century, kioku-no naka-no so-no me-no Of those eyes in memory, no time to the end of century Kioku-no naka-ni kiete
a face Deathwish without a prayer End of hope, end of love, end of time The rest is silence Mandylion without a face Deathwish without a prayer End of hope, end of love, end
