I'm not like that
Saturday night, seven o'clock, my room in town is quiet again-
Think IŽll go home, take a bath, and wait for the telephone to ring
Hey, this town is a silent jug, it's breaking down it's ex-rock and roll
The sin hisses in skyline mud, and I'm feeling so very dull
  I've nothing to say or write,
  I could rub myself out tonight
  But Baby- You know I'm not like that...

The walk home is a pilgramage, through suburbs as soft as bowling greens
The silence buzzing about my head, is the silence that comes before the scream
All the schools, voiceless and black, open my mind to suggestion
Ghosts of friends come limping back, from the circumstances that killed them.
  I've nothing to say or write,
  I could rub myself out tonight
  But Baby- You know I'm not like that...

And here comes the skeleton of rock and roll , he looks a bit weak about the knees
His fingers are stiff, he's so very old, He's forgotten the power of C, F and G
When I get home, I'm gonna take a bath, wait for the telephone to ring
I could sell my soul tonight, just for a laugh
But I suspect that my soul ain't worth a thing.
  I've nothing to say or write,
  I could rub myself out tonight
  But Baby- You know I'm not like that...