I use my throat
And I use my head
And I’ll do it, do it, do it, do it
Until I’m dead
Just a blue, blue train
Racing through my brain
But’s a long runaway
Trying to make me insane
We use throats, strings
We all use cables
To live our lives
That’s the game boys
Is about fight or die
We’re going on up, and up, and up
Rock’n roll kings
It only marginally interest me
It’s all the same
It’s all the same.
