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When I was a kid all I wanted to be Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine Now I'm going the wrong way on a one-way street I never fit this society I don't really mind Doing my own time The three choices I ever came to find Were: Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll I ain't looking for trouble but it's looking for me The law of the jungle is protecting me Lose sleep man stay out of your bed You might wind up in jail if you lose your head In death I might find True peace of mind But while I'm alive Free choice is mine It's either: Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll I said Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll That's right! I don't really mind Doing my own time The three choices I ever came to find Were always: Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Dead, Jail or Rock 'n' Roll Rock 'n' Roll
Writer(s): Steven Van Zandt, Matti Antero Kristian Fagerholm, Jan Markus Stenfors Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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