My teen years spent stewing in boredom…
The years 200X like a dark tunnel…
Morning fog, neckties,
And trains packed like sardines,
Have brought me to where I am today.
Everything connects into a circle,
And spins around and around,
In a Rock ‘n roll.
Like listening to Beat UK at 3:30 in the morning,
Or the Stone Roses canceling out of nowhere…
Everything connects into a circle,
And spins around and around,
In a Rock ‘n roll.
Having no love, and no future…
How do you feel,
Rolling Stone?
Having no heart, not even caring…
What’s it like,
Rolling Stone?
A diplomat with a Siamese cat on his shoulder…
An ugly little bullet wrapped in anonymity…
And the sheep who watch it all happen…
You mustn’t grow up to be like them.
Everything connects into a circle,
And spins around and around,
In a Rock ‘n roll.
Having no love, and no future…
How do you feel,
Rolling Stone?
Having no heart, not even caring…
What’s it like,
Rolling Stone?
I begin misjudging distance…
I starting to look older…
My body feels kinda heavy…
But I’m still hopelessly struggling!
Having no love, and no future…
How do you feel,
Rolling Stone?
Having no heart, not even caring…
What’s it like,
Rolling Stone?
You’ve nowhere to go home to- no one even knows who you are…
How do you feel,
Rolling Stone?