I see your dirty face.
High behind your collar.
What is done in vain.
Truth is hard to swallow.
So you pray to God.
Justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie.
And you take your time.
And you do your crime.
Well you made your bed.
I’m in mine.
Now the son’s discrashed.
He, who knew his father.
When he cursed his name.
Turned, and chased the dollar.
But it broke his heart.
So he stuck his middle finger.
To the world!
To the world!
To the world!
And you take your time.
And you stand in line.
Well you’ll get what’s yours.
I got mine.
Because when I arrive.
I bring the fire.
Make you come alive.
I can take you higher.
What is this, forgot?
I must now remind you.
Let It Rock.
Let It Rock.
Let It Rock.
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