| Ugly in the morning
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| drowning in the booze
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| fouler than a TV show and honest as the blues
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| steeper than a mountain
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| truer than the truth
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| shallow as a press release in snakeskin boots
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| born in the dirt
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| soaked in Champagne
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| dies every other year and comes back again
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| Damn right, damn right
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| it smells funny and it don´t look nice
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| Damn right, damn right
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| they call it Rock´n Roll
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| It swallows money
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| trinks cocaine
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| snorts my whiskey
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| gives feet to the lame
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| One day, one day when I´m gone
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| You live to tell the tale of ruin and fun
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| Not too tender, not too sweet
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| about as cautious as a rhino in heat
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| Damn right, damn right
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| it smells funny and it don´t look nice
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| Damn right, damn right
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| they call it Rock´n Roll
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| born in the dirt
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| soaked in Champagne
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| dies every other year and comes back again
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| Damn right, damn right
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| it smells funny and it don´t look nice
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| Damn right, damn right
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| they call it Rock´n Roll
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| Damn right, damn right
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| it smells funny and it don´t look nice
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| Damn right, damn right
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| they call it Rock´n Roll |