You sing the song or joke alone Can't you understand If you find the key to keep me warm Then tonight I'm yours (hey!)
In noise machine and magazines she's always on the sun When she sings the world is under her thumb But all she does is do the dust, with moonlight in her hair Held together by the silence in song
From Michigan to Tokyo I've got lggy in the mash galore He wrote the song, it all went wrong, till Ziggy took the fall You give me lies lies, you kid me on, but I've heard it all before Now get out your guitar rock star!
You sing the song or joke alone Can't you understand If you find the key to keep me warm Then tonight I'm yours
You're paranoid, you joke alone, so the devil must ask for more To guide the soul I'm dead again and broken on the floor in Brixton, Rome and Tokyo, to Muskegon and Idaho Now get out you guitar rock star!
I demand you give me more So I understand So sad the soul of rock and roll You can understand Will you sing the song or joke alone You've found the key to keep me warm So tonight I'm yours!