Lyrics

[Spoken word intro] I recently spent an extended period of time At the Heartbreak Hotel Strategically located on Lonesome Avenue Adjacent to Desolation Row South of the Lost Highway I fought the law, the law won My mailbox read "Mr. Pitiful" Fulfilling the prophecy of the bad moon on the rise I had lost my race with the devil I was moaning at midnight I was Mr. Dieingly Sad Constantly in a cold sweat Goin' through that hideous state of withdrawal known as "cold turkey" Drinkin' cold gin And tryin' to melt the cold cold heart of the universe But were you to take a journey to the center of my mind You would find admittedly a ball of confusion But I still maintain love is a beautiful thing See if God is a concept by which we measure our pain Then Awabalalabawoobie is my god Someone say my life and I and it was rock and roll In the immortal words of Joan Jett "I love rock and roll" Rock and roll will never forget Rock and roll will never die I got the rockin' pneumonia The boogie woogie flu I'm a-hungry like the wolf I got my mojo workin' And I'm back, back in black I got a chain gang Back to let you know I can really shake 'em down [Verse 1] [Singing] I'm still drivin' while you sleep I got to get it done Ain't no days off for me Truck stops motels on the cheap A 2000 mile run Regrets in absentee The country end to end In every town a friend [Chorus] And I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I steal, I'm real, I kneel to no living soul I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I fuck, I suck I chuck for this rock and roll My rock and roll [Verse 2] They will have you mop the floor They know dignity It's all pearls before swine To spend your whole life chuckin' chores For a lost society That'll all blow up in time Yeah, that dream crashed and burned And if it's what I learned [Chorus] Then I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I'm obscene, I scream I dream big as the sky I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I ride outside with Rod to find out why To find out why [Verse 3] [Rapping] Yeah, I cried more than ninety-six tear I cried a river I was shakin' all over My mind was wound to them changes I had a love hangover But I'm all cried out It's a kind of a hunch I ain't gonna eat out my heart anymore I will survive I am: Iron Man! [Guitar solo] [Singing] They told me to pack it right Set up straight, settle down And work that job For years and years And years Well I go back there to the site There's no job to be found And I'm glad I mugged my aid So this, the less traveled road That still makes my heart explode [Chorus] And I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I'm real, I steal, I kneel to no living soul And I'm an artist in America I'm an artist in America I'm lucked, I'm chucked, I'm stuck On this rock and roll My rock and roll