I came to L. A. to make rock 'n' roll. Along the way, I had to sell my soul. I made some good friends that make me say. I really wannabe in L. A. I took the 10 to get to Beverly. Laid some rock
1. Paradise. Boy. I remember every little thing. As if it happened only yesterday. Parking by the lake. And there was not another car in sight. And I never had a girl. Looking any better than
I'm trapped in the pressure cooker. When will I ever learn?. While my world has reached the boiling. Point of no return Don't light a match near me. I'm bound to explode. Don't pull this *