Old King's Road

MC jacket and jeans ripped up to there Dirty black boots Vaseline in your hair You were a walkin' danger with a safety pinned shirt Talkin' anarchy at the gig somebody might get hurt We were all insane and the sound rang true And we changed our names like the good ones do I met you- on the old King's road My big blonde kit, you thought it really took some guts I got nothing but respect, 'cause you knew I was nuts Getting spit in the face was as good as a kiss But when Gypsy-Boy got hit with a pucket of piss We went all insane and the sound rang true With a lock and chain and a rose tattoo I met you- at first ya wanna run me through You-on the old King's road We were all insane and the sound rang true And we changed our names like the good ones do With a lock and chain and a rose tattoo I met you- on the old King's road Down the old King's road On the old King's road Down the old King's road