Living out of your head, looking like the living dead, baby, just get yourself here, it really will blow your mind. join the rock-n-roll nation, where you are everybody's broken toy, now ain't that a bitch.
Your past is shot full of holes, just like your teeth, you got the number, now give me a call, count the days by the nightmares, count the nights by the dream, balance the screams, you cain't stroke the knife without giving some blood. You're 50 and still shaking your stuff, baby, I ain't had enough, just get yourself here, join the rock-n-roll nation.
Preaching, teaching what you walk, rock-n-roll, eat, sleep, dream, rock-n-roll sanity is way out of reach. Join the rock-n-roll nation.
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