Me and My Rock’n’Roll Dad

Me and my rock’n’roll dad

would go walking on streets of secrecy,

in broad daylight, under a Communist sun,

and burn down old paradigms, just he and I.  

 

Me and my rock’n’roll dad

went to the Grand Canyon of despair once,

but returned, safe and sound,

just with the power of our mind.  

 

Me and my rock’n’roll dad

lived in the instant you see, and we’ll live

in a crystal of time forever

because we will always be young and free.  

 

Me and my rock’n’roll dad

never started a band, but if we had,

it would’ve been called

the land of the living and free


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