| On a tenement block, I live at the top
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| But it don’t stop me from doin' the bop
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| But I can’t get down to squeeze my guitar
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| 'Cause some motherfucker busted my elevator
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| I been forty days in the wilderness
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| Never had a touch of tenderness
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| I’m an armour-plated armadillo nature boy
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| And I can feel the pain and trouble over the jungle
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| I read about Nitzsche, I read about Engels
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| And I heard about the bourgeoisie
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| I know about the cosmos but I don’t know what the boss knows
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| Maybe somebody buried his heart at Wounded Knee, ahh
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| Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh!
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| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, we’re gonna rool
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| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, we’re gonna rool
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| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, we’re gonna rool
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| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, we’re gonna rool
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| We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, we’re gonna rool |