I gotta thousand bits of paper All spinning in my head I hope I see you later I can't remember what you said. Something about keeping the grip Keeping it tight Before I lose control I gotta rock and roll tonight I got way too many questions There all waiting on my call I'm losing my direction I'm dropping every ball Got to find some color These working shoes are getting too darn tight I gotta loosen up I gotta rock and roll tonight. Well you're bleeding for the money But you never pay it back. Pressure gage is screaming and the face is Starting to crack. This ain't no way to live Lord you know this kinda life ain't right. Before I lose control I gotta rock and roll tonight.