| Monday morning, broken bottles of glass. |
| Wake up in a mess
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| Takes a minute, realize my pants on and I have to work
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| Whiskey, Donuts, maybe a T-Shirt on and I hit the day!
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| Driving down the freeway in my limousine. |
| It’ll be okay
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| I am one of these so unstable guys, job is too hard, but all the money is nice
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| And I carry on: To make Punk Rock every night!
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| Nanana… I was born to be a Punk — Rock Star
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| Drinkin' stinkin' drivin' a big car
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| And it’s gonna be all right
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| The next day I have to be in L.A. Make a video
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| Have to do a fight with Rocky Stallone. |
| It won’t be all right
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| Punk-Rock business is dangerous sometimes
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| And you have to survive Hip-Hop times
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| But I’ll carry on: To make Punk-Rock every night! |