The Great Escape

Heaven help the junkie

He has made a grave mistake

He became a prisoner

Shootin' for the great escape

Don't you point your finger

Give the boy a break

He thought he'd take a tiny taste

And he would find the great escape

From that same ol', same ol'

It's the same old story

Hey there, you cocky rock god

What you so proud about?

I wanna know

Those loyal fans who eat you up

They'll chew you up and spit you out

Whoa, like a passing fancy

You're bound to fade

Big for awhile, and then out of style

You are just the great escape

From that same ol' (same ol'), same ol'

Look at all the people

Lookin' for the great escape

Young folks, old folks going up the country

They're headin' for a holiday

Life ain't no picnic

It ain't no piece of cake

Listen to my music, people

And help me make my great escape