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I just wanna rock |
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Pounding fists are to the sky |
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Smoke machines and fire |
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Music blaring towards the crowd |
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40 foot tall banner |
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Laser lights flash through your eyes |
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Hanging from the wires |
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And you know we like it loud |
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I just wanna rock |
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Marshall cabs stacked to the roof |
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Whiskey, Jagermeister |
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Electric guitars will pound |
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Endless beer supply |
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We'll never stop and here's the proof |
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Straight from Budweiser |
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And you know we like it loud! |
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Sold out shows |
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Buy our ringtone |
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You can own our clothes |
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For forty five bones |
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It's marquee time pyrotechnics |
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Better spell our name right |
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Or you'll get your throat slit |
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Dressing room time moist towelettes |
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You screwed up our deli tray |
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And expect us to eat this? |
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Back stage time laminates better |
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Keep our beer cold and our cigarettes lit |
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Tour bus time no solids |
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You dumped in our can and now we have to smell it! |
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I just wanna rock tonight! |
