Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Rock On’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You’re wasted
Kept it on the tip of your tongue
You can taste it
Never thought you’d play with a gun
But it’s pleasing
At least you can feel something
The burning of your flesh hits your nose
Now you’re bumping
When you are dealing
Back spinning wheels
And doing that grind
All of the time
Some will a getcha
Know they’ll out betcha
Swipe away your dime
Find you’re bottom line
You’re cruisin’
Don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way
Here today, gone tomorrow all about
Beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Til there’s nothing left but sorrow
You’re cruisin’
Don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way
Here today, gone tomorrow all about
Beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Til there’s nothing left but sorrow
The palace became a prison
The phoenix within you risen
Shot by your own device
You pay the price
And so you give in to the
Pity party, party of one
No one shows up
Another sip of poison
Slow death fills your cup
Your head’s wrecked from the neck down
It’s out of your hands
Your arms feel tied down
And you can’t understand
And when you try to stand up
Your legs have other plans
Oh man, damn, you can’t get out of this jam
You’re cruisin’
Don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way
Here today, gone tomorrow all about
Beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Til there’s nothing left but sorrow
You’re cruisin’
Don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way
Here today, gone tomorrow all about
Beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Til there’s nothing left but sorrow