No cross to carry
No cause to cry
We'll walk streets of gold in time
And when those shadows crawl in, run go get the priest
«Cause I won't miss a thing but you,
my little freak
The million-dollar arms
And real blue heartache kids
Stroll to rock and roll dead slow
Put on their coats and go
All these empty arms ain't got nothing to do
But play some rock and roll dead slow
Put on my coat and go
No cross to carry
No grinding wheel to ride
No cross to carry
And no nails to drive