You work, you play, you sleep for hours,
You told them all to go to hell, then turned it up louder,

The one place you ever found any hope,

Was in guitars and rock and roll,
But you were always just a bit too old for idols,

Boredom used to fuel all your addictions,
Torn jeans, messed up hair, and bored expressions,

You forget what you were doing, turn on the television,

Looking for a rebel to start a little trouble,
But you were always far too smart for idols,

(Bridge)

Time will tell just where you'll be heading,
Lying on the bed with a beat up old Gibson,

One last power chord like a dying man's confession,
Rock and roll has always known that hell is heaven too...

(solo)

Boredom used to fuel all your addictions,
You draw a blank standing in the kitchen,

Laziness I guess never goes out of fashion,

All those ideals so near and dear, you used to hold,
The only one that still rings true is rock and roll,

You work, you play, you sleep for hours,