This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
I'm unaware of any difference.
My head is aging
My balls are aching
But I'm not looking for deliverence.

This could be letting on
This could be highly cut
I'm unaware of any difference.
One says it can't be done,
Then someone does it--but
I'm not watching for equivalents.

I just don't quite know how to wear my hair no more
No sooner cut it than they cut it even more
Got to admit that I created private worlds
But cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls.

Daily records
Just wanna be making daily records
Try to avoid the bad news in the letters
Just wanna be making records.
Play in--play out--fade in--fade out
Making records, day-in, day-out.

And they say
It's just a stage in life.
But I know by now
The problem is a stage.
And they say, "Just take your time and it'll go away"
But I know by now
I know I'm never gonna change.

I could be losing you
I could be coming through
I'm unaware of any difference.
You still support me now
You love me anyhow
And I am still under your influence.

We've had some years of hate
But now we're in the eights
I'm unaware of any difference.
I need you even more
My money keeps me poor
I'm still amazed at your omnipotence.

I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke
I look at Richmond married couples' denim look
I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch
When you are eleven, the whole world's out-to-lunch.

Daily records
Just wanna keep making daily records
Can't exist no more in chains and fetters
Just wanna keep making records.
Play in--play out--fade in--fade out
Making records, day-in, day-out.

Just wanna be making daily records.

You--you're wasting my time
We're making music, we're doing fine
Then a slap in the face takes me back to the starting line
You--you're wasting my life
You can't lose what you've already lost
Your arms are open but your legs are crossed

Save me--save me
I'm going down for the third time
Save me--save me
Somebody throw me my next line

Too hot for me to handle
So cold I'm getting nowhere
Pinch me to see if I'm sleeping
Maybe it's only a nightmare

You--why did it have to be you?
Of all those girls I had to choose
You win and I lose
You--you with the poisonous eyes
One look and I'm hooked
One touch and my goose is cooked

Save me--save me
I'm going down for the third time
Somebody throw me a lifeline

Too late to change partners
Too late you've got no chance
Too late to change partners
Too late to say I don't dance

You--there's a name for girls like you
You lead me on like a lamb to the slaughter
Then you act like a fish out of water
You--there's a name for girls like you
You're coming on like a steam train
Then you blow me away just like a hurricane

Save me--save me
I'm going down for the last time
Save me--save me
Somebody throw me a lifeline
Save me I'm falling
From the top of the page to the next line
Save me I'm burning
From the tips of my toes to my hairline

Too hot for me to handle
So cold I'm getting nowhere
Pinch me to see if I'm sleeping
Maybe it's only a nightmare

You can't always get it
When you really want it
You can't always get it at all
Just because there's space
In your life it's a waste
To spend your time why don't you wait for the call

(Just gotta get used to it)
We all get it in the end
(Just gotta get used to it)
We go down and we come up again
(Just gotta get used to it)
You irritate me my friend
(This is no social crisis)
This is you having fun
(No crisis)
Getting burned by the sun
(This is true)
This is no social crisis
Just another tricky day for you

You can't always get higher
Just because you aspire
You could expire even knowing.
Don't push the hands
Just hang onto the band
You can dance while your knowledge is growing.

(It could happen any time)
You can't expect to never cry
(Patience is priceless)
Not when you try to fly so high
(Just stay on that line)
Rock and roll will never die
(This is no social crisis)
etc.

Another tricky day
Another gently nagging pain
What all the papers say
Just seems to bring down heavier rain
The world seems in a spiral
Life seems such a worthless title
But break out and start a fire y'all
It's all here on the vinyl
(No crisis)
etc.

Repeat verse 1

(Just gotta get used to it)
Gotta get used to the waiting
(Just gotta get used to it)
You know how the ice is
(Just gotta get used to it)
It's thin where you're skating
(This is no social crisis)
etc.

Just another tricky day for you, fellah.