A cure for the cold, our hearts are poignant red In my room, in my room I've seen Your naked body wet Like a child waiting on heaven We lit fires, our faces glow like the sun We set out, you & I to find That American gold rush With our hands filling up with time Change the locks on your door You're golden now You better stay That way In my heart a rusted Chevy stops I'm working it, I've been twisting it for fun But it will never rock I'm pushing it up the coast for miles When it's all done I hope I die in my home With you there listening to rock n roll All hail rock n roll & That little liar in that sugar man's choir Change the locks on your door You're golden now You better stay That way That way That way