Well I was comin' off fresh from watchin' Joan Jett
Makin' up an arpeggio in my head
The distortion went to 10 and 2 A.M.
I could feel my blue blood turnin' bright red

All I know I know it's not over yet
The poor Queen kills the rich King
I caught the ending
Fear killed the men with their eyes turned in
It's a sin to limit our conditions

Well it's a love and hate relationship
Feels like a mile stretch
No sense in digging in
These could only be beginnings
The highway rumbles
I ask where are you going to?
Speeding to freedom or speeding to a prison?

Now it's comin' on to 4 like I'm 14 and bored
I think I hear hello through the microphone
There's someone on the lawn lookin' right in at me
Am I asleep or mamma, should I leave?