You stormed the gates; you boys are at it again, yelling things like, "Don't mess with Texas!" and "Freedom always wins!"
So I close my eyes, and say a prayer for you unsuspecting victims; for you souls of innocence.
But when you're holding me, the world seems better.
I name my drinks, they're my only friends.
Bourbon is Billy, whiskey is Jim.
Then I walked a block to cash a cheque.
You see, there are million dollar price tags that come with my million dollar friends.
But when you're holding me the world seems better.
Around and around and around again goes my mind.
You must have known what I was heading for from my eyes.
One last chance for hit parades, millions of records, and buckets of fame.
So I close my eyes and say a prayer for you Teen People boy-punks and for celebrity marriages.
But when you're holding me the world seems better.