Cold March morning northern California back in 1973
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He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16
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Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide
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No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five.
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Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard
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On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar
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How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say
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Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn't pay no it don't
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Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole
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He said I don't wanna be poor no fucking more
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Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't
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Stay if you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way
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Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws
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From their boots to their mutton chops
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Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards
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Six Foot Five
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Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards |