| You’re right, I am a rotten bastard, I admit it
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| But I tell ya somethin'
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| Even though I gotta lot of hate inside
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| I got some friends who ain’t got hate inside
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| They’re filled with nothin' but love
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| Their only crime is growin' their hair long
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| Smokin' a little grass and gettin' high
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| Lookin' at the stars at night
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| Writin' poetry in the sand
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| And whaddayou do?
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| You bust down their doors, man
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| Dumbass cop
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| You bust down their doors and you bust down their heads
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| You line 'em up and we’ll knock 'em down
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| You hit the lights and we’ll hit the town
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| You’re on the dole, we’re on the lam
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| Born free to ride, we don’t give a damn
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| You live by the law but we live for sin
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| We fight the war but but we’ll never win
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| We’re born to lose but baby that’s alright
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| We’ll keep on ridin' through the night
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| Back down the open road
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| The only road we’ve ever known
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| Step aside cos we’re coming through
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| We are the filthy and the few
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| We’re hot as hell and you’re a stone cold queen
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| You see our faces on your tv screen
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| We got no money, we got no friends
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| We’ll keep on ridin' til the livin' end
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| Back down the open road
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| The only road we’ve ever known
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| Step aside cos we’re coming through
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| We are the filthy and the few |