| You know I’m on a slick trip, I’m always ready to kick ass
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| Up on the stage I’m in a rage, I’m havin’the time of my life
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| Yes, indeed, what a sweet, sweet life it is Until some loco two-bit floosie with a Louie Le-Strange
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| Ain’t good for nothin’but trouble
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| They’re just two fools livin’up to their names
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| And now it’s startin’to rain on my parade
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| You know there’s nothin’like the real world to get me down
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| There’s nothin’like the world outside that turns me upside down
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| It makes me feel like I’m headin’down a one-way, dead-end street
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| There’s no way out, no way out of this living hell
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| No way out, no way out, unless you walk heaven’s trail
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| No way out, no way out of this living hell, livin’hell
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| You know I had it made in the shade, thinkin’that it’s not so bad after all
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| That’s when I woke up, smelled the coffee, I’m back where I started again, yes
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| And now it’s pourin’rain on my parade
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| No there’s nothin’like the real world to get me down, no One is there to lift you up, one to drag you down
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| Now, don’t you see that we’re heading down a one-way, dead-end street
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| There’s no way out, no way out of this living hell
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| No way out, no way out, unless you walk heaven’s trail
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| No way out, no way out of this living hell — I guess I’ll live in hell
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| Yes, it’s a beautiful thing
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| You know, I’m on a slick trip, I’m always ready to kick ass |