You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do

I haven’t got the time to listen to your jive
‘cause nothing’s ever new with the fire in your mind
You never held the hand of a musical man
But you say you gotta run, and you say you gotta plan

You haven’t got the skin but you say that you’ve changed
With your locomotive drive and your hatred toward the game
Your downtown friends say that you’re still the same
But the riptide of life is gonna keep you from the fame

It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do
It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do

I see you kicking stalls ‘cause you haven’t slipped away
The serpent in the room won’t let you go your way
Your Sunday morning wars they ain’t gonna fade
But you scream you’re gonna win and the kingdom’s gotta pay

It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do
It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do
It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do
It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, You Gotta Do Whatchya Gotta Do

Heaven’s in the bag, when hell is in the drain
And phantoms are exposed when they’re caught up in the rain
And crouched behind the truth is the tip of the flame
Where you paint yourself a sinner just waiting to be saved

Somewhere in the big blue sky
You have to learn to survive
From a different point of view
You won’t fInd peace until you find you

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