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Friday night, dressed to kill, hell bent for the show |
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Shiny leather like a second skin, ready for their first row |
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You want to go meet your pals, but your dad won't let you go |
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He's to tally blind, babbling wild, and he rages and he blows "I don't want you boy to live my house this way! Your awful friends are gonna lead you astray You better work for school don't join this fucking show I won't let you go ! " |
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Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage |
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Together we are strong so let's tear up this golden cage |
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We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings |
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The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings |
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Raise your fist |
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Monday morning, ringing school-bell, homework isn't done |
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Teacher's gonna break your balls, don't expect no fun |
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The jailor's wild and furious, classmates deride you |
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The wrath is overwhelming you, can't stand this fucking crew ! "I don't want you scums let me get away from here I don't want to be a cogwheel in your gear I'm not a marionette in your boring puppet show So let me go ! " |
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Come on kids unite and let us feel the flame of rage |
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Together we are strong so let's tear up this golden cage |
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We shall overcome repression and their stranding strings |
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The shackles have to fall and we will be metallian kings |
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Raise your fist |