Line the thirteen shots of bourbon   Up on the bar   So I can rock like the Devil on   This here big guitar   And tell your gals and pals to   Come from near and far   I'm gonna rock, gonna drink til   I can't stand up no more.      And if you wanna have fun baby,   Step inside   To the front row,   Where I can blow your mind   We gotta rock and roll freakshow   Raging on fire tonight...      Well I could buy your woman   For a twenty dollar bill   It'd be the time of her life and   Be her last big thrill   I won't get satisfied til I get my fill.   She keep on saying she won't but man,   I KNOW she will...   And if you wanna keep her   You better hold on tight   'Cause I think she's going home   With Mr. Hooch tonight.   After my rock and roll freakshow   Burns to the ground alright...      We've burned a hole into your ass   And into your mind   And when we leave tonight,   We leave a trail of broken hears behind   Yeah, we're leaving man,   But don't wish us well   We're gonna pack our    Earthly material belongings   And go straight back to Hell   With our rock and roll freakshow   Raging on fire tonight.