We've been doing this longer than you've been alive Propelled by some mysterious drive And they still let me do it as weird as that seems And I do it most nights and then again in my dreams Infinite hallways in giant hotels Dressing room looks about as good as it smells Bottles of whiskey and bottles of beer There's a bottle of medicine somewhere 'round here We've been in nightclubs and we've been in bars Honky tonks and theaters from Memphis to Mars Most of our shows were a triumph of rock Although some nights I might have been checking the clock I'm only human though I'm super at times I jump off of risers I should not have climbed Rock jumps won't k** you till one of 'em does Well they'll say, "He died doing what he loves" Although we were all looking for someone who'd last