A Clean Head And A Clear Conscience

My name is Jimmy Page and I want to hear some rock and..

pull the syringe away from my arm and watch it fall to the floor.
(I have decided) my tomorrow does not need you.
all your talk and all your ideals run from your mouth, rapid and dirty.
(at least to me, oh, these metaphorical dreams)
so all you scene kids,
bow your heads to the "kings of your scene"
and abide by their punk rock laws and man made ideals…
but as for me I'll stay sober