I'm uneducated
my clothes outdated
i'm not politically correct
I still hate small talk
and fast cars and hard rock
still adds up my?
I should be expressing
all my inner repression
i guess depression's now a cultural thing
My record company says
blow my brains out my head
i make the cover of every magazine
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step inside my nightmare
welcome to my trip
i cannot pretend and i will not defend
why this good old boy's so tragically unhip
I still like bad girls
who rock me hard in my world
its monkey see and monkey do
when i'm ?
I got an old waterbed
i like to trip into the dead
i've keep a poster of kiss on my wall
I still curse, smoke, drink and toke
and make love in the back of my car
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solo
I like that home grown
mind blowing
you're bringing
r rolling
They see strange stalking
mind stopping
ass swinging
street walking
floozies
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