More Distortion

So you're making babies out of gold
And you're nursing them until they're far too old
And their wrinkles show
And their inner glow's
Stamped out with a foot that doesn't know

So you're grinning at me with those teeth
If you could speak I'm sure that you'd agree
We're all junkies now
We're all drunk on how
We can reaffirm what we just disavowed

So you're keeping your head in your hands
Overwhelmed with a grief, yes, we've all had the bends
I don't know it but
I've assumed as much
Why the hairs on my skin bristle under your touch

So you're having second thoughts
Hang onto those, they may be all you've got
I'm a mountain man
I'm a Jackie Chan
I'm a fuck of course but I do what I can

So you use more distortion, right?
So you use more distortion, right?
So you use more distortion, right?
Of course you do, you're only rock and roll

I've just got to have your tongue in my mouth
I've just got to have something to adore
I've just got to have your body on my couch
I've just got to have more and more and more and more and

I've been eating my share of dust
I've been to the doctor and he says it's my feet
I've been metal and I'm starting to rust
I wake up bruised I've been kicking myself to sleep