Slave to Glory

I am a cancer in the meat of life Kill me or cure me please  Don't got to tell me about struggle and strife Sometimes it's killing me Sometimes you know, it starts to seem I'm chasing someone else's dream What the hell do I know, anyway... Hey buddy, it's just rock and roll It's something that you need Slave to Glory, you've been bought and sold Sometimes you got to bleed You can't tell me, you don't need a vice You're easy 1-2-3 Spank the monkey or your lovely wife Whatever sets you free The sadist in you, seems to feed my pain But that's alright with me Hugging the Johnny, don't seem so great When you're begging on your knees