| They say I run like the devil
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| Damn right and I have his evil frown
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| They see the horns on my forehead
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| I’m louche and its known all over town
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| Hell froze when I joined the club
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| Forgot myself and lost control
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| Confessed the sins to my saviour
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| The God of rock n roll
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| Don’t need a creed
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| Or guru guy
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| Who tells me what to see
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| Cause Rock n Roll is still alive
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| Come on, if you know what I mean
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| Gimme all for a Halleluja, baby
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| All for a Halleluja, baby
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| All for a Halleluja
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| It’s ringing from hell, heaven rebels
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| All for a Halleluja, baby
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| Throw your hands up to the sky high, baby
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| All for a Halleluja
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| Let heaven rebel
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| They think the cross that I’m wearing
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| Means faith but I simply like the glare
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| They deem the life that I’m living
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| Is wrong and they still don’t get my hair
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| So fake when they talk to us
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| Pointin' a finger, blow their horn
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| But go to church every Sunday
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| And hope to be reborn |