| See me drivin down the street,
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| I’m bored with looking good.
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| I got both hands off the wheel,
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| The cops are coming.
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| I’m listening to the music with no fear,
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| You can hear it too if your sincere…
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| I see you stagger in the street,
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| And you can’t stay on your feet.
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| And your faking in your sleep,
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| You wish that you were deep.
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| You can’t hear me laughing to myself,
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| If you could you would be someone else.
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| See me die on bleaker street,
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| I’m bored with being god,
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| See me sneering in my car,
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| I’m driving to my star.
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| I’m listening to the music with no fear,
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| You can hear it too if your sincere…
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Coz I’m a punk rocker yes I am.
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| Well I’m a punk rocker yes I am. |