It's all about making the love stay when you get right down to it. You grab one of those beautiful soap bubbles and it's gone. There's not even a flat bubble left. It's just gone. You put a couple of those lightning bugs in a jelly jar. Light grows fainter. No matter how many holes you've punched in the lid, the delicate little bodies are lifeless by morning.
Rock'n'roll made the love stay. For awhile. A long time.
Shoulda' punched more holes.
Happy birthday, Killer.