Sweet William - Transistor Transistor

If history has taught us anything

The future will misinterpret everything

So just don’t try, it will be all right

This life ain’t for the faint of heart

The blood I bleed is blood red and red hot

He’s carved my name into the side walk

And breathed the smoke into my lungs and said

«Tell the other ship we are gone, we have built

The mothership… of tone!»

I ride shotgun on a broken guitar