| It’s Saturday night, I’m feelin' good
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| I’m headed to town, west Hollywood
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| We’ll ride the sky, no coming home
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| Burnin' up Hell in my GTO
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| The iron’s hot, you take control
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| So over the top, and down below
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| Roll of the dice, we’re in the hole
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| Prepare to die for rock n' roll
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| Get on your knees and sell your soul
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| Prepare to die for rock n' roll
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| She’s got that itch, that serpentine
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| Flick of the switch, my gypsy queen
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| The sinner, the saint, the art of war
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| Don’t waste my time just give me more
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| We liv, we die, we’r high as hell
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| The valley of death, we know it well
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| Love young, die fast, but don’t look back
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| Just pass the flask, we’re back in black
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| Get on your knees and sell your soul
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| Prepare to die for rock n' roll |