| Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show
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| Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for their first row
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| You want to go meet your pals, but your dad won’t let you go
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| He’s to tally blind, babbling wild, and he rages and he blows
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| «I don’t want you boy to live my house this way!
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| Your awful friends are gonna lead you astray
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| You better work for school don’t join this fucking show
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| I won’t let you go ! |
| "
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| Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage
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| Together we are strong so let’s tear up this golden cage
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| We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings
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| The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings
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| Raise your fist
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| Monday morning, ringing school-bell, homework isn’t done
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| Teacher’s gonna break your balls, don’t expect no fun
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| The jailor’s wild and furious, classmates deride you
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| The wrath is overwhelming you, can’t stand this fucking crew !
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| «I don’t want you scums let me get away from here
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| I don’t want to be a cogwheel in your gear
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| I’m not a marionette in your boring puppet show
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| So let me go ! |
| "
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| Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage
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| Together we are strong so let’s tear up this golden cage
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| We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings
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| The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings
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| Raise your fist |