Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Warrant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
STENFORS JAN MARKUS
Songwriter
Monroe Michael
Songwriter
VAN ZANDT STEVEN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jani Lane
Producer
Billy Morris
Producer
Lyrics
One, two, three
Hey
Cha
Well, when I was a kid all I wanted to be
Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine
Now I'm goin' the wrong way on a one-way street
I never fit this society
I don't really mind doin' my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
Was either 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 lookin' for trouble, it's lookin' for me
The law of the jungle is protectin' me
Love me fast, stay out of my 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
Are either 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, yow
Huh
Hey
I don't really mind doin' my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
I'm either 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'm dead, jail, or rock 'n' roll
Dead, jail, or rock 'n' roll
I'm dead, jail, or rock 'n' roll
Dead, jail, or rock 'n' roll
Dead, jail, or rock 'n' roll
Huh
Yeah
Rock 'n' roll, yeah
Written by: Monroe Michael, STENFORS JAN MARKUS, VAN ZANDT STEVEN