Alright
It's 1969, ok
All across the USA
It's another year for me
You took my arm and you broke my will
You made
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
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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