People don't drink for the death of it
Or throw bricks at loved ones
And you see it happen
It happens down in savage land
In a sewer full of rats
I'm not there at all
Someday I will find it
Not sure what
A diamond mine unheard of
I will do my thing
She looks around fast
Her eyes bulging
Would you like a grape soda
She says with mistrust
A brick in her hand
Not really a velvet glove
Rock and roll.
