We Play It Differently Now. If We

I'll Take You To The Deepest, Darkest, Hottest Lover's Lane For A Little Spark In The Dark.

Nurse Rozetta, I Won't Let Her Catch Me Peering Down Her Sweeter.

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

I Don't Know, But I've Been Told, The Streets Of Hell Are Paved With Gold.

Hard Rock Will Always Be Hard Rock, But You Don't Really Know What Is Rock - And What Isn't - Anymore. I Don't Consider A Lot Of The Pop Things I Hear On The Radio To Be Rock 'n' Roll. It's Just Kind Of Fragmented.