| I was only ten, and even then
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| I listened to my Maiden at maximum volume
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| It was so easy to drive the neighbours crazy
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| I remember them saying «This child is going nowhere»
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| But I didn’t care, «Who are you to judge me?
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| Go mow your lawn and leave me alone
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| I’ll crank it up so I won’t hear your dumb shit
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| And grow my hair just because you hate it»
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| This music gave me the strength to say fuck 'em
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| I love it when the tubes overheat and crack, about to explode
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| When distortion roars like thunder in the storm
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| I wanna pump all the power and burn all the fuses
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| I’ll surely die deaf,'cause my motto is: The louder the better
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| Twenty years later, things haven’t changed, I carry on
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| Spreading the plague, yielding the horns
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| I must have sniffed some gun powder
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| I feel radioactive like a Chernobyl survivor
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| And when I’ll be in the madhouse at 50 years-old
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| I’ll be the only bastard up and screaming: «rock and roll!»
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| Banging my metal head against the padded wall
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| Knocking on death’s door
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| This shit’ll give me the strength to say fuck you all
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| Once again, motherfuckers |