To live one hundred lives

I wanna live myself as many
With one selecting his alley
Become a star but only on the scene
Live out of town, just somewhere in between

Pushing back, my solitudes
No gods, no family, no habitudes
A white process, a hooker in Bangkok
A man of wisdom but, who still likes rock

Burn up my nights, let my days slip by
Be good to thousands of lovers, so they won't cry
Living just one life, you have no time to turn
A quick scout around, you end with desires to burn

That's what really hurts, just where are the ethics?
Even half a life, oh well, and a hundred

Change the color of my blood
A change of face, of dreams and neighborhood
A piece of land, a home, a big firelight
Live like a Gypsy free, sleep out at night

Who is who anyway? And who is only being?
Always the judge and never he that does the slaying?