I Am A Romantic, But

When I'm Dead Are They Going To Remember Me ? I Don't Really Think About It, It's Up To Them. When I'm Dead, Who Cares ? I Don't.

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

I Have No Aspirations Of Growing Old And Boring.

Is Billy Idol Just Doing A Bad Elvis Pout, Or Was He Born That Way?

You Can Have Everything In The World And Still Be The Loneliest Man. And That Is The Most Bitter Type Of Loneliness, Success Has Brought Me World Idolisation And Millions Of Pounds. But It's Prevented Me From Having The One Thing We All Need: A Loving, Ongoing Relationship.