| It’s rock-n-roll to me, there’s no controlling me
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| I sold my soul and stole the gold from royalty
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| I’m locked and loaded until the motor overheat
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| I’ll rock the boat in seas I’m not supposed to be
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| The Holy Ghost is in my broken bones
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| And Heaven only knows what bein' broke awoke in me
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| The homes of those who tried to slow my roll
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| And throw me to the wolves will turn up burnt and smolderin'
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| I fillin' the coffins with everything that I wanted
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| And then I’ll drag them behind me so they will not be forgotten
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| I hit the bottle so often that when I did hit the bottom
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| It didn’t even hurt even a bit but now I proceed with caution
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| And I’ve been haunted by rotten bodies, the path that I’ve plotted
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| Been full of haters and demons, I burn the bridge when I cross it
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| I got a dollar in my pocket that I’m savin' just in case
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| I get to where I’m headed and I still need change
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| I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me
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| An overdose of I don’t care what you believe
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| So fuck 'em all, I’m Jimmy Page, I’m Kurt Cobain
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| I’m Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave
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| Ashes to ashes mama
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| Ashes to ashes papa
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| There’s blood and guts to me, it’s mud and rust to me
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| That type of feelin' when you love destructively
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| It’s claws are stuck in me, it promise luxury
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| If I said I trust you, you are dumb for trustin' me
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| Hate me publicly, or wait for company
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| Or pray to God your Devil never summons me
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| Either way you don’t have shit to say
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| With all the Tom MacDonald, you exist because of me
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| I’m fuelin' the fire with little beautiful liars
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| They burn the brightest and I pull out every tooth with the pliers
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| They get a funeral suitable for the winners that ruined
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| All the truth in my music, I took the food out the fryer
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| I’ve been hell and back without a burn, my boots made of iron
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| I keep a cooler full of booze 'cause I’m a juvenile tyrant
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| I never lose I get with Lucifer and he knows who I am
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| So when you meet him say I said «What up"there's zero survivors
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| I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me
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| An overdose of I don’t care what you believe
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| So fuck 'em all, I’m Jimmy Page, I’m Kurt Cobain
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| I’m Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave
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| Ashes to ashes mama
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| Ashes to ashes papa
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| Breakout bands, they want no revenge
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| 'Cause fuck I got plans
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| All I need is my fans
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| With the world in my hands
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| I’m burnin' the people who said that I can’t
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| I’m burnin' the churches that worship the damned
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| Then housin' the holy wherever I stand
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| I feel the ghost of rock-n-roll take hold of me
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| An overdose of I don’t care what you believe
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| So fuck 'em all, I’m Jimmy Page, I’m Kurt Cobain
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| I’m Rolling Stones, lay Guns N' Roses across my grave
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| Ashes to ashes mama
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| Ashes to ashes papa |