| Mister Rock and Roller, you’re never gonna die
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| Out in the washroom, they busted tonight
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| The blue suited soldiers, with the coke sniffin' hounds
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| Come out of your nightmares and run you to the ground
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| Run you to the ground, run you to the ground
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| How come you never, get wise to what you see
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| Yesterday’s newspapers blankets in the street
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| Running from your demons, they’re out to get your soul
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| To much human debris, on the sidewalks of world
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| Sidewalks of the world sidewalks of the world
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| Run for your life to keep on with the living
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| 'Cause we’ve all been right and wrong
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| Holding your ground on your own
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| The word is out you’re going down
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| And no one will ever know
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| Look out rock and roller you’ll never want to die
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| They hide in the washroom and bust in tonight
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| The blue suited soldiers with the coke sniffin' hounds
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| Come out of your nightmares to run you to the ground
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| Run you to the ground run you to the ground
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| Run for your life to keep on with the living
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| 'Cause we’ve all been right and wrong
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| Holding your ground on your own
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| The word is out you’re going down
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| And no one will ever know
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| Run for your life to keep on with the living
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| 'Cause we’ve all been right and wrong
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| Holding your ground on your own
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| The word is out you’re going down
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| And no one will ever know |