(Rock and Roll Is An) Open Wound

Rock and Roll is an Open Wound

It is finally free and then marooned.

It’s kids in their rooms smashin’ the wall

Feelin’ so bad or scared that they can’t feel at all.

Rock and roll is kids on the street.

Gotta get outta the house and meet

Searchin’ for truth in the dark A.M,

You only can trust your friends and sometimes not them.

It’s the hurt of a love lost.

It is friendship crossed.

It’s a heart harpooned.

Rock and Roll is an Open Wound.

Rock and roll is the beat of a drum.

It’s a primitive kind of explosion that makes you all numb.

It’s the joy of release, a scream from within

It’s the fight of original grace with original sin.

Jazz is the urge to fly

And classical music is a chin held high.

The Blues is a howl at the moon

But Rock and Roll is an Open Wound.

It’s the hurt of a love lost.

It is friendship crossed.

It’s tryin’ to keep that guitar tuned.

Rock and Roll is an Open Wound.