Michael Monroe

Dead,Jail,or rock n' roll When I was a kid all I wanted to be Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine Now I'm going to wrong way on a one-way street I never fit this society I don't really mind Doing my own time The three choices I ever came to f

I loved you in the morning Our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow Like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us I know that we are not new In city and in forest They smiled like me and you. But now it's come to distances And both