Playing cops and robbers 'neath Ginza signs
All who chance to prosper shall go blind
Won't you buy me a Ric to play
What I got ain't enough to pay
I'll play a riff
Plug me into Marshall, I'll blow out your window
And trip my way up to eternal heights
RAT and I will lay down and shake out your eardrums
A hit of this distortion makes me high
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I'll rip into those robes and pursue the Dharma
A Buddhist monk of my own would feel fine
Selflessness and cessation get you Nirvana
It Kurt would beat my Gretsch, I think I'd fly
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I'm looking for a good way to fly
I'm searching for a way you can't buy
You know I know a kickin' way to die
It's rock and roll, martyrs keep the fans high
Still floating, as time rolls by