| L.A. is the place to be and if it ain’t as shocking as it used to be
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| Take the bullet out your head, put it back in the gun get your finger on the
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| trigger
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| Welcome everybody to the city of sound
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| They feast on your fears to turn the city around
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| All they want to do is get up on your action… let em go
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| My brothers are all proud rockers… wild and aloof… trippin on acid
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| My sisters are all stone studders… wired to the roof… and rolling on adam
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| Baby you live like a suicide
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| Hell, somebody’s gotta stand up and die
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| Won’t ya, figure i’d live down in Hollywood, never liked no fraud who
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| Wear his money for food for fifteen minute freaks, to fan the flannel flame…
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| Cuz they use you man!
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| Come on… Pass the pipe and take the test
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| Cuz your the young Lee Harvey, man your David Koresh
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| And if you don’t dig that, why don’t you go home and
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| Watch some Tivo FUCKER!!!
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| My sisters are all nice rockers… shoes to the roof and lookin up at my way
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| My brothers are all jean cutters… glued to the tube and jumping like an osprey |
| They never let it down, they heard the sound now get it around
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| And we say oh… American girl wo wo
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| Fill my heart with gladness Lord
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| You gotta save my soul wo wo
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| Clean my mouth of sadness oh oh oh
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| Oh wo oh oh
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| Oh wo oh oh
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| My brothers are all proud rockers… tripping on acid
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| My sisters are all stone stutters… rolling on Adam
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| My brothers are all proud rockers… tripping on acid
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| My sisters are all stone stutters… wash these devils off!
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| Startime rock-n-roll make up your mind cuz this won’t come off
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| Get ready to let it rock on!
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| Startime and steal the show so many miles to go!
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| And let it rock on
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| Get ready to let it rock on
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| Get ready to let it rock on
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| Get ready to let it… Rock On!!! |