I see the end
I see the end of time
From the widow’s walk
I feel the undertow
It grows
And my fishin’ pole
Like a willow bends
Toward the blackest hole
See the film
See the black and whites
Circle stationed
Stupid to the tape that rolls
My soul receives another blow
From the flashlight of the city hate line
I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
I see the bad dreams
That you speak about
And all the things you bring to light
Are comin’ down now
Everybody hit the ground
Fear is on the march
And in the lost and found
These are the times
To read between the lines
Yea, my Truck runneth over
False prophet signs
And road blocks
Newspaper cloaks
To wrap the truth
Propagan-acid dropped on the youth
It’s easy to see
Like pulling a tooth
No one in line
In the ballot booth
The Dragon down south
May blow some smoke
Even the Jester
Is drummin’ up votes
They talk about building morale
And hope
They’re just building bigotry
A better rope
One that won’t break
One you can’t even see
One made of paper
And policies
I wish you well
Tell ya that it can be helped
Told you it can be helped
It can be helped
Oh but it can be helped.
People try to push me
Around and around
They tell me what’s goin’ up
I tell them what’s goin’ down
Why don’t they leave me alone
I’m just high on life
Just livin’ on the edge
That’s what I like
Ya don’t fool me or rule me
I know better
Ya don’t fool me or rule me
I can’t take anymore
That’s not enough for me
Cause if you want me
You got to prove that you’re true
Don’t want nobody messin’ round
Behind my back
Doing things that they do
Ya like to sit, rap, talk about it
Chit chat and smile
Kinda gossipin’ about the scene
I don’t want none of that
That’s where it’s at
Come on, grow up, that’s what I mean ya
You don’t show me
How you feel
You try to hide it
But I’m seein’ right through your lies
Yu don’t know me
Well I’m packin’ my bags
Cause that’s not enough for me
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,
We’d travel all over the land.
We’d play and we’d sing and wear spangly things.
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,
And we were up there on the stand,
The people would hear us and love us and cheer us.
Hurray for that rock ‘n’ roll band.
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,
Then we’d have a million fans.
We’d giggle and laugh and sign autographs,
Maybe if we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.
The people would all kiss our hands.
We’d be millionaires with extra long hair,
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.
See we just ain’t no rock ‘n’ roll band,
We’re just five kids in the sand.
With homemade guitars and pails and jars
And drums made of potato chip cans.
We’re just five kids in the sand.
Talk’n and waven’ our hands.
And dreamin’ and thinkin’ oh wouldn’t it be grand,
If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.