You Can't Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man
Rock & Roll's Illusory Allure
Lyrics
This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates
This week's earnings traded for last week's marijuana, handled by your group
While you sit in the van and wait
While you wait in the van
Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away
Exhausted, intoxicated, and beaten, young rogues enduring harsh conditions
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway
On a sunny summer day or, alternatively, an August night
And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there
Living with minimal resources, perhaps metaphorically "on air," while someone on the 25th floor is extravagant
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
They would flaunt a million dollars in front of you
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
Marie is unconscious with her previously carefully styled hair now disheveled
All mussed into an? I've just been fucked shape
Her appearance reflects the aftermath of a physical encounter
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
An hour ago, Marie declared she's moving forward and suggested you look your age
She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Implying acceptance of the past
Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight
Revealing the protagonist's age as thirty-seven, contrasting with the perception of being twenty-eight
And fucking let them stare because at this point I don't care
Defiantly accepting judgment from onlookers
I have been your bride stripped bare since ?98
Having been emotionally exposed as a partner since 1998
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
Downplaying the significance of a cinematic romance, now weightless compared to air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it
Mocking the impact of a lavish lifestyle fueled by millions
This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate
This week's pace as rapid as the previous week's fleeting experience on the highway
When you starved and never ate
Recalling a time of deprivation and hunger
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
Describing a golden glow, possibly from success, on the protagonist's face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake
Narrating a solo stroll through Silver Lake, an affluent neighborhood
Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear
Depicting a wild, all-night revelry on a white horse
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
Highlighting a shocking and unpleasant image presented to everyone
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
Referring to an opulent, fur-trimmed outfit that may jeopardize future engagements
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged
Warning of potential damage to future relationships due to the protagonist's choices
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