| Well I’m a wasted rock ranger
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| I live the life of danger
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| On the road to find a higher high
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| I don’t need no one’s affection
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| All I need is my injection
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| An out of tune Les Paul’ll get me by
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| I’ve been doing gigs since I was ten
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| I really can’t remember when
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| I ever had a dollar to my name
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| My ears are blown, my eyes are red
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| I got big holes inside my head
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| Snorting too much crystal and cocaine
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| I have bennies with the breakfast toast
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| Quaaludes with the evening roast
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| Assorted snorts of powder in between
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| I don’t think a day’s gone by
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| That I wasn’t drunk or high
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| It’s the only way I keep my sanity
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| From Kegger’s Den to Hooterville
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| My flaming tricks have topped the bill
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| A thousand empty bottles earn my name
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| Endless trains of one night stands
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| Sharing stages with half arsed bands
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| And all the local groupies lay the same |