Squeezing A Poem From Rock

There's no use for a street fighting man

back in the U.S.S.R…you say you want

a revolution….well, you know, we all

want to save the world…

I guess I just wasn't made for these times…

I know there's an answer, but I have to

find it by myself. Hang on to your ego,

but I know you're going to lose the fight.

How can I come on when I know I'm guilty?

In the middle of investigation, I break down…

I'd give you every thing I've got for a little 

peace of mind…

baby's in black and I'm feeling blue...

but, oh, that magic feeling…no where to go.