Best opening lyric

Round round get around, I get around

 

The night was clear
And the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumblin' down



Well, I went to a dance the other night
Everybody there went stag
I said over and over and over again
This dance is gonna be a drag

 

With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac

She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver-spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon

 

As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street.
I shouted to the driver "Hey conductor, you must
Slow down, I think I see her
Please let me off this bus."

 

I got pictures of naked ladies
Lying on their beds
I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion
Starts a-swelling inside my head
I'm making artificial lovers for free
I start to howl I'm in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a beast

 

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

 

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord, yeah

 

City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile

 

Mary took to runnin' with a travelin' man,
left her mama cryin' with her head in her hands
such a sad case, so broken-hearted

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie rich,
welcome me back to town
come out on your porch or step into your parlor
and I'll tell you how it all went down

If I seem a little crazy
it's just because I am
but that ain't no cause
to talk behind my back

We had an apartment in the city
me and Loretta liked livin' there

 

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god, I know I’m one

 

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

(power chord and the foreplay is over. Thorough rocking commences)

 

I hear that train a-comin'
It's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when