Letras
You won't hear me on the radio
You won't see me on TV
No red carpet caviar
No limousine in waiting
No meet and greets, no autographs
'Cause well wishes wear me thin
Roll me into the back of the bus
'Til it's time to kill again
I want a quiet rock n' roll life
But I'm living too loud to be free
A quiet rock n' roll life
Mama, tell them just let me be
Last March, I punched a paparazzi's car
Shards scraped across his face
Forty thousand in restitution
He was ugly in the first place
The judge asked why trouble always finds me
I was born one lucky bastard I guess
I'd rather be at home, if I can't be left alone
But everybody wants a piece of the best
Hoo!
I want a quiet rock n' roll life
But I'm living too loud to be free
A quiet rock n' roll life
Mama, tell them just let me be
Now let me be
If you see me on the streets, look the other way
No need for witty quips or whatever else you have to say
Yes, I was in a movie once but we did it for the band
So back up, Chuck, or knuckle up, if you wanna dance then I'm your man
I want a quiet rock n' roll life
But I'm living too loud to be free
A quiet rock n' roll life
Mama, tell them just let me be
I want a quiet
I want some Quiet
Quiet rock n' roll life
Mama, tell them just let me be
I want some quiet