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Well I stopped my bike outside some joint |
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I liked the sound that I could here |
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they was rocking and rolling and ripping it up |
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thought I'd get myself a beer |
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the guy at the door was looking at me |
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he said what the hell are you |
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I said man I am a psychokat and I need to talk to you |
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Well the Devil taught us how to rock |
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and then he turned us loose |
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We ain't quite the same as you |
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but we got a good excuse |
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I ain't got your fashion sense but boy you sure look swell |
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but I can make these monsters move and open up the gates of hell |
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I got me a mean little band I could show you what we do |
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we could really set this place alight |
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and if you got the sense or at least the balls to put us on your stage |
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you would see the wildest thing you ever saw in your damn life |
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I got me a drummer that hits so hard |
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he can knock down ****ing walls |
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and a hellbound slapping bass player that will shake you to your balls |
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I'll plug in my old guitar just to make it sweet |
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then well play some psychobilly that will knock you of your bleeding feet |
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We'll fill the place with mutants that will drink the whole place dry |
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wild and crazy devil girls so hot they'll burn your eyes |
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you wont regret a thing unless your answers no |
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if that's the case we'll head on out and give some other lucky bastard a show |
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We wanna wreck here |
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we wanna wreck here |
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we wanna wreck here |
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that's the only thing we wanna do |
