| Rock is dead and gone, the same old song
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| Another sickening sing-along
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| The pop d’jour, a faceless whore
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| And I can’t take it any
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| More I see, the more it makes me scream
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| And they take it away
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| And they take it away
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| And they take it away
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| No, not from me
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| All that I wanna do is
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| Burn, can’t keep me quiet
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| I’m a riot rippin' through your head
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| Burn, burn, burn, go on and try it
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| I’m a riot revving in the red
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| Like a revolution
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| Like a revolution
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| Can you feel the fangs sink so deep
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| While you pray your soul to keep?
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| The last drop dries the blood-stained floor
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| And I can’t take it any
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| More I see the more it makes me scream
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| And they take it away
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| And they take it away
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| And they take it away
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| No, not from me
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| All that I wanna do is
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| Burn, can’t keep me quiet
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| I’m a riot rippin' through your head
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| Burn, burn, burn, go on and try it
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| I’m a riot revving in the red
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| Like a revolution
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| Like a revolution
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| Like a revolution
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| Like a revolution
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| Burn, can’t keep me quiet
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| I’m a riot rippin' through your head
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| Burn, burn, burn, go on and try it
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| I’m a riot revving in the red
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| Like a revolution
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| (Riot, yeah, baby)
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| Like a revolution
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| (Riot, yeah, baby)
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| Like a revolution
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| (Riot, yeah, baby)
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| Like a revolution
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| (Riot, yeah, baby) |