Throw on those torn blue jeans, with the hole above the knee
Tune the metallic strings, swill dark, thick beer with swirling white foam
Drop a smile and lift a sneer, drown your lyrics in pools of distortion
As the audience screams and moans, perform, perform

Tune the metallic strings, swill dark, thick beer with swirling white foam
Never thought you’d be here, bright lights burn the throat
An audience of desire screams and moans for a performance
Trade in a worn axe, no more ticket stubs and sponsored acts

The next Mick and Keith, burned leather suit cases for faces
Every teenager has the torn blue jeans, with a hole above the knee
The audience screams and moans perform, perform
A morose laugh, you strum a chord, fumble the pick,
And take a final swill