| I’m a renegade razorblade, ready like a hand grenade
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| Rippin' through your radio dial
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| I got that gunsmoke smother and there isn’t any other
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| Motherfucker with a side so wild
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| Don’t need the drink or the needle or the ink
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| All i need’s a little fever scratch
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| I’m just a shot in the dark tryin' to kick a spark
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| Up in your heart before I burn and crash
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| All the outlaws are outdated
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| And the cowboys have all been gunned down
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| Takin' back the strip where the sun don’t set
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| And the angels never come out to play
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| I’m a silver tongue with a poison tip
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| And the licks to lay your city to waste
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| Rising from the slaughter so you mothers hide your daughters
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| 'Cuz we love a little runaway
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| So bang your head, be shred or be dead
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| 'Cuz we’re not gonna take it today
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| No, no, no way
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| All the outlaws are outdated
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| And the cowboys have all been gunned down
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| (Burn this mother down) Let’s burn it down
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| (Come on let’s burn this fucker down) Oh burn it down
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| (Burn this mother down) Let’s burn it down
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| (Burn this mother down) Let’s burn it down
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| (Come on let’s burn this fucker down) Oh burn it down
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| And I don’t know where the fire goes
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| All I know is that you gotta fight 'em with your rock
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| (I said let’s burn this mother down) Let’s burn it
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| (Come on say) Burn this motherfucker to the fuckin' ground say |