950 bullets

Plane crash society, living in naivety

Modern, backward fools, never heard of blues

Taking things too far, everyone's got a car

Never heard decent music, yet everyone's a critic

Celebrating lack of talent, humiliation, public torment

Obsessed with celebrity, TV is their company

I don't understand such mentality,

Like all great rock 'n rollers, I shoot 950 bullets

Some times I hit and miss, Old school ways are best

Even thou I weren't around, Id make all Oldies proud.