"Out of the misery
To wash my soul.
Out of the ground with the new eight count
I never came to rock ‘n’ roll.
Check in the mirror
And I don’t mind.
Same old cracks in the face and glass
They’re just a little more defined.
So I’m making a distance,
Avoiding the business -
And me?
In time, let it shine, let it shine . . . . "