No Cross

No cross to carry No cause to cry We'll walk streets of gold in time And when those shadows crawl in, run go get the priest 'Cause I won't miss a thing but you, my little freak The million dollar arms And real blue heartache kids Stroll to rock and roll dead slow Put on their coats and go And all these empty arms ain't got nothing to do But play some rock and roll dead slow Put on my coat and go No cross to carry No grinding wheel to ride No cross to carry And no nails to drive