A wise man once said to me. While i was walking in memphis. If i can't get no satisfaction, and you can't always get what you want, then i sugest you play that funky music white boy, and take it to the streets, cause all yu need is love. And now being for the benifit of mr. kite, i want you, to cary on my wayward son, and avoid the wall. For i now you hurt yorself yesterday, but you've gota get a rythum and walk that line, then you can see the light, take a walk and the wild side, but have sympathy for the devil, cause it's alwys the same old song and dance. Supperstion indeed is no man's land for we did not start the fire, Thus it is still rock and rll to me and now i wish you to dream on and try listening to the sound of silence. once you've figured that out, i hope you'll hve found that sweet child o mine, and heard a few drunken lullabies. Never forget superman's song though, beacuse it is through teh fire and flames where you can go to maggies farm. Adn either hit the highway to hell which leads to the road to hell or you can search for the stairway to heaven, for we are all seekers, in the this tenage wasteland not far form where the streets have no name, but in the end, come back top sweet home chicago cause everybody needs somebdy. If only i could figure out this crzy little thing called love and then you could find me someody to love. Just remeber don't be an american idiot, but rather eat some american pie. I have no clue what the man was tlking about but i hope this will mak you laugh.