| Thanks to you cunts, stabbing it in the fucking chest
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| You, and all these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
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| Fuck you!
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| Through sin and self destruction I stumble home, never alone
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| My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I’m ready to go
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| I live the same day in and out and I don’t care how long I last
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| All the girls and drink and drugs but don’t get me wrong
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| I’m having a fucking blast
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| I am rock and roll
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| Livin' the life that you can only dream of
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| I am rock and roll
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| At it’s fucking finest
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| Just like the cigarettes hurt
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| Just like the whiskey burns
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| Whoa whoa
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| I guess I’m never gonna learn
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| Not gonna stop until my heart stops beating
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| Not gonna stop until my last breath comes
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| I’m gonna go until I hit the floor and I can’t find the way back to my feet
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| anymore
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| Pass me a glass and let’s destroy everything in this fucking place
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| Life at 300 miles an hour
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| You pussies can’t keep up with this fucking pace
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| I am rock and roll
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| Livin' the life that you can only dream of
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| I am rock and roll
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| At it’s fucking finest
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| Just like the cigarettes hurt
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| Just like the whiskey burns
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| Whoa whoa
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| I guess I’m never gonna learn
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| I’ve spent the last two years tearing apart my soul
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| I’ll put the next two in to kick-start the good old days of rock and roll
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| Without remorse, without regret, without a second thought
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| You hit the nail on the head with the back of your fucking throat
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| I am rock and roll
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| Livin' the life that you can only dream of
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| I am rock and roll
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| At it’s fucking finest
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| Music is fucking dead!
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| Thanks to you cunts, stabbing it the fucking chest!
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| You, and all these fake, righteous, undeserving bands!
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| Fuck you! |