Alright
It's 1969, ok
All across the USA
It's another year for me
I got my cock in my pocket
And I'm reelin'
Down the
Ooh, I been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I been dirt
And
I'm the kinda guy
Who don't pick up the phone
I sneak
Gimme danger little stranger
And I feel with you at ease
Gimme
I used to like my neighbourhood
It really made me feel
Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter
So messed up, I want you here
In my room, I
[Lots of howling]
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
You didn't mean to do it but you did it
Well i'm sittin' all alone
And i'm screamin' for a dime
Well
No fun
My babe
No fun
No fun
My babe
No fun
No fun to hang
I've been pushed
I've been shoved, too long
They even tried to
Dance to the beat
Of the living dead
Lose sleep
Out in the suburbs I met my true found love
Out
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