My first word is an age based on metal, an integral part of steel, not simply carbon. My second helps your breathing stay, without them, you would be done. All together, I keep you alive, stuck in a machine, as pressure pulls air inside.

The ones who wrote the most forbidden song in the guitar store. Just leave the led out.

Put it in the door, to try and get ahead; put it in your mouth, and regret what you said. It helps you stand, it helps you move, when you're dancing, it helps you groove. Watch where you step, don't put yours on mine, or a stubbed toe will end your line.

A note in a bottle washed up on the shore. It read: Leave a message after the...

My touchdowns are not part of a sport, And it is sure to scupper plans, Yet still I have fans who'll chase me, As I wreak havoc 'cross the lands