All the classic bands that have been around forever, they came up gradually.
I’d been bumming around in bands since my school days.
I loved hard-rock bands, and I loved songwriters who told stories.
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I’m lonely as hellStill looking for myself
I wouldn’t know any newer bands. We’re past the pimple stage.
A lot of bands whine about the road and how tough it is.
I’m sorry for breaking down when I should’ve been stitching myself back up
I have this theory, bands with enigmatic lyrics attract crazies.
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill’s a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Even the bands I dig don’t have a history of attaining mass consumption.
It’s impossible to compare two bands. It would be like comparing two lovers.