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She saidShe said |
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She saidShe said |
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Don't worry |
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I've got the bread |
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Check's in the mail |
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Full speed ahead |
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Check's in the mail |
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I won't come in your mouth |
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Got some great gigs for you way down south |
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Trust me you'll go far |
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Trust me you'll drive far |
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Drive motherfuckers! |
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You got great shows |
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But nobody knows |
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Joke's on you |
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HAHAHAHAHA |
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She saidShe said |
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Spoiled brats green behind the knees |
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Need their mom to wipe their nose |
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Every time they sneeze |
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That's a fucking rock star when |
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They had a taste of fame |
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They don't understand |
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They got to play the goddamn game |
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And then she said |
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She saidShe said |
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Yeah you fucking rock stars |
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Rooting out that groupie head |
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APB on the mic |
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Each night for a bed |
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Where's your fucking 8-ball |
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And presidential suite? |
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At the Parc |
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HotelAnd a sports car with 2 seats |
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She saidShe said |
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You're fired you lousy bum |
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You're having too much fun |
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And then we said |
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Hey wait a minute |
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We ain't no fucking rock stars |
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What the hell? |
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Honey it's not true |
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We live on |
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Frito-LayWe sleep out in the snow |
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And we don't get paid |
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As far as groupies go |
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We're too tired to get laid |
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We do it cuz we love punk rock |
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There's no cash to be made |
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We ain't no sleazy sellouts |
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We really hate |
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LAShe said |
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She saidI'm not smoking crack |
