| I start this revolution form a dodgy little boozer next door.
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| I’m tanked up to eyeballs but loyal to the core.
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| I get this feeling inside me.
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| I enter another zone.
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| My minds prepared for battle.
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| Before i think about going home.
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| They won’t understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
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| I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
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| And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
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| I hear this voice inside my head that i don’t understand.
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| A demon or a devil.
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| A force from another world.
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| I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
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| The only road to justice.
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| A mission to settle the score.
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| You’ll never see me statisfied.
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| Till your lying on the floor.
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| Can’t helps this strange obsession.
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| No hobby to fill the void.
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| No conscience to remind me.
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| Morality devoid.
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| They won’t understand me if i get out the wrong side of bed.
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| I work up this attitude and it goes right to my head.
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| And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
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| I hear this voice inside my head that i don’t understand.
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| A demon or a devil.
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| A force from another world.
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| I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world.
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| And i stroll down the town with a basball bat in my hand.
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| I hear this voice inside my head that i don’t understand.
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| A demon or a devil.
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| A force from another world.
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| I swing that bat around my head then take on all the world. |