| Denim, studs and leather all the way
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| They call him a willful gambler, who’s going astray
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| Looking for a grain of fortune for feeling alive
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| But the know-all and riff-raff never dies
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| The law demands it’s order
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| He’s bored with all their lies
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| He can’t take it any longer
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| His anger will arise
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| He’s a lonewolf, furious and castaway
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| He’s totally disobedient and he’s strong
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| They disparage and revile him, saying that he is wrong
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| Unmercifully accused of living free
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| But the denial of the truth is not a spree, no no
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| The law demands it’s order
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| He’s bored with all their lies
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| He can’t take it any longer
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| His anger will arise
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| He’s a lonewolf, furious and castaway
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| He’s a lonewolf, furious and castaway
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf, yes, he’s a lonewolf
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| The wrath and the revolution are rising on and on
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| The youth stands strong and tight until the war is won
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| Politicians and the church are running down the youth
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| They’re trying, oh, so hard to twist the truth
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| The law demands it’s order
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| He’s bored with all their lies
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| He can’t take it any longer
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| His anger will arise
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| He’s a lonewolf, furious and castaway
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| He’s a lonewolf, furious and castaway
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf and he’s on the prowl again
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| Lonewolf, on the prowl again
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf, on the prowl again
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| Yes, he’s a lonewolf, on the prowl again, yeah |