| We got a call on the telephone it was a rocker who
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| Had problems at home
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| He had a message that set of the alatm
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| His neighboor an acoustic guitar
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| Hey, hey, what’s that you’re saying
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| I can’t hear him, but I know he’s playing!
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| We know your problem, just leave it to us…
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| We’ll put him on the next hospital-bus!
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| And there it was, the scene of the crime
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| This neighboor really stepped out of line
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| Whe knew the one thing that we had to do
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| Break that guitar and the neighboor too
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| Knock knock we know that you’re home
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| And we’ll make sure you won’t play another tone
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| Come and open or we’ll break down the door
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| We’re gonna spread your teeth across the floor
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| Remember your face, the nose you were born with
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| It won’t look the same as it recently did
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| A punch on your mouth, both eyelids turns blue
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| The Rock’n’Roll Patrol was rearranged you
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| The whole apartment was silent and locked
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| He wouldn’t answer when he knocked
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| We used a crowbar to get inside, under the bed we
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| Found him trying to hide
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| We pulled him out, held him down on the bed
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| Smashed the guitar against his head
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| Break his lips, break his lips
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| Shut the frontdoor on his fingertips
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| A final kick on his teeth real hard
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| Then we headed for our favourite bar
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| But we got angry, from the stage we could hear
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| Acoustic ballads reaching our ear!!!
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| That’s it someone must pay!!!
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| With swinging crowbars we attacked the stage
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| We grabbed his short hair by the roots
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| And replaced his front-teeth with our boots |