Dm
I use my throat
C
And I use my head
Dm
And I'll do it, do it, do it, do it
C
Until I'm dead
Dm
Just a blue, blue train
C
Racing through my brain
Dm
But's a long runaway
C
Trying to make me insane
We use throats, strings
We all use cables
To live our lives
That's the game boys
Is about fight or die
We're going on up, and up, and up
Rock'n roll kings
It only marginally interest me
It's all the same
It's all the same