| Yeah, life is just a party, man, we’re looking for a thrill
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| We got rock 'n' roll and Detroit soul and plenty of blood to spill
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| My life is cruisin' with my band man in my tricked out Cadillac
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| We’re always looking death right in the eye and never looking back
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| See the night is full of nitro and we just might explode
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| 'Cause we’re running like the devil up on dynamite road
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| For the moon is makin' trouble, man, and the road is dark and long
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| Hell, we’re all seeing double and we know nothing could go wrong
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| Hey, there’s a limo full of party girls and a pick-up full of goons
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| All fuels with hearts of perfidy, alcohol and Skynyrd tunes
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| My car is breathin' hot and heavy, man, with a viscous evil growl
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| It’s enough to wake the devil, man, it’s enough to make him howl
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| See the night is full of nitro and we just might explode
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| 'Cause we’re running like the devil up on dynamite road
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| I woke up chokin' at the smell of burnin' hair and gasoline
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| Twisted chrome, melted glass and broken bodies at the scene
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| Now the boys are up in heaven, man, I’m more likely down in hell
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| And I’m all wrapped up in bandages in a lonely holdin' cell
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| My memory might be kinda blurry man, but one thing I know for real
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| That slick black limo full of ladies had the devil at the wheel
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| See the night is full of nitro and we just might explode
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| 'Cause we’re running like the devil up on dynamite road
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| I can understand why he forced the band to take their final breath
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| But did he have to trash my Cadillac? |
| Man, I loved that car to death |