Well I'm a wasted rock ranger
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I live the life of danger
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On the road to find a higher high
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I don't need no one's affection
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All I need is my injection
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The music of wild rock will get me by *
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I've been doin' gigs since I was ten
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I really can't remember when
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I ever had a dollar to my name
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My ears are blown, my eyes are red
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I got big holes inside my head
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Snorting too much crystal and cocaine
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I have bennies with the breakfast toast
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Quaalude with the evening roast
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Assorted snorts of powder in between
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I don't think a day's gone by
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That I wasn't drunk or high
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It's the only way I keep my sanity
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From Kegger's Den to Hooterville
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My flaming tricks have topped the bill
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A thousand empty bottles earn my name
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Endless trains of one night stands
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Sharing gigs with half-assed bands
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And all the local groupies lay the same
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Well I could have had a payin' job
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Workin' for some fucked-up slob
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Wife and family, true security
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But I left that shit behind
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For that heavy metal grind
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'Cause rock 'n roll is in my blood to stay
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Hey! You're a wasted rock ranger
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You'll live life of danger
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Sing this song and follow it till the end
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When you reach number one
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You can overdose for fun
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And go and visit Jimi and his friends
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Hey! You're a wasted rock ranger
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You'll live a life of danger
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Sing this song and follow it till the end
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When we reach number one
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Hey! We'll all overdose for fun
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And we'll hang out with Jimi and his friends
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Yee haw!
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Wasted Rock Ranger
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| Great White |
