I am not a photograph
Don't look at me like that
I am a melody
No one can sing like me
Old man with the blue guitar
Don't play things as they are
Abandons his family
F*cks off to Tahiti
Chop up my bitter pills
Only the innocent blood will spill
Welcome to, welcome to the Thunderdome
My eyes are your eyes
My hand is your hand
Welcome to, welcome to the Thunderdome
My fight is your fight
My life's in your hands
Won't waste another day
Wondering if I'm too late
Wondering what might have been
Without my medicine
Don't make me kill the kid
Who let the Devil in
Welcome to, welcome to the Thunderdome
My eyes are your eyes
My hand is your hand
Welcome to, welcome to the Thunderdome
My fight is your fight
My life's in your hands
Have we lost the sense to dream?
Is there no more spacing out?
I tell myself
Go long "