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

And we lit fires, our faces glow like the sun
We set out, you and 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
And 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