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Fame, What You Like Is In The Limo. Fame, What You Get Is No Tomorrow.

There, In The Chords And Melodies, Is Everything I Want To Say. The Words Just Jolly It Along. It's Always Been My Way Of Expressing What For Me Is Inexpressible By Any Other Means.

There Was A Time In America Not Long Ago When Rock 'n' Roll Was Called Race Music, And White Kids Who Wanted To Go See Chuck Berry Were Completely Forbidden.

Some Make You Sing And Some Make You Scream. One Makes You Wish That You'd Never Been Seen. But There's A Shop On The Corner That's Selling Papier Mache, Making Bullet-proof Faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If You Want It, Boys, Get It Here, Thing.

Everywhere I Looked, Demons Of The Future [were] On The Battlegrounds Of One’s Emotional Plane.