| In a heavy-metal box
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| Where I was kept from I was little
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| It had locks on both ends
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| And a food tray in the middle
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| I could smell my fans
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| But I couldn’t hear them shout
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| So I did a lot of thinking
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| And this is was it’s all about
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| How much trouble can you make?
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| And how much shit can you take?
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| Riskin' it all
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| You kill yourself for peanuts
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| Riskin' it all
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| With R’n’R in mind but still
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| Riskin' it all
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| Don’t need no average savage to kill my will
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| The choice between light’n’shade
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| Are out beyond the bizarre
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| I mean why waste an outfit
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| Among strangers in a bar
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| You see when I’m drunk
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| I’m an original punk
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| Riskin' it all
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| Yeah, you kill yourself for peanuts
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| Riskin' it all
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| Under the metal-law but I will not
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| Riskin' it all
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| With R’n’R in mind but still
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| Riskin' it all
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| Don’t need no average savage to kill my will
|
| Riskin' it all
|
| Yeah, you kill yourself for peanuts
|
| Riskin' it all
|
| Under the metal-law but I will not
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| Riskin' it all
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| With R’n’R in mind but still
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| Riskin' it all
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| Don’t need no savage average to kill my will |