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Denim, studs and leather all the way |
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They call him a wilfull gambler who's going astray |
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Looking for a grain of fortune for feeling alive |
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But the know-all and riff-raff never dies |
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The law demands it's order |
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He's bored with all their lies |
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He can't take it any longer, |
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His anger will arise |
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He's a lonewolf, furious and castaway |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf |
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And he's on the prowl again |
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He's totally disobedient and he's strong |
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They disparage and revile him, |
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Saying that he is wrong |
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Unmercifully accused of living free |
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But the denial of the truth is not a spree |
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The law demands it's order |
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He's bored with all their lies |
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He can't take it any longer, |
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His anger will arise |
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He's a lonewolf, furious and castaway |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf and he's on the prowl again |
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He's a lonewolf, furious and castaway |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf and he's on the prowl again |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf |
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A lonewolf on the prowl again |
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The wrath and the revolution |
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Are rising on and on |
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The youth stands strong and tight |
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Until the 'War' is won |
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Politicans and the church are running down the youth |
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They're trying oh, so hard to twist the truth |
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The law demands it's order |
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He's bored with all their lies |
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He can't take it any longer, |
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His anger will arise |
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He's a lonewolf, furious and castaway |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf and he's on the prowl again |
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He's a lonewolf, furious and castaway |
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Yes, he's a lonewolf and he's on the prowl again |