Rock Poetry

I see your hair is burnin'

Hills are filled with fire

If they say I never loved you

You know they are a liar

Drivin' down your freeway

Midnight alleys roam

Cops in cars,

The topless bars

Never saw a woman...

So alone, so alone

So alone, so alone

Motel, money, murder, madness

Let's change the mood from glad to sadness