You see me drivin' down the street, I'm bored with looking good
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I got both hands off the wheel, the cops are comin'
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I'm listening to the music with no fear
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You can hear it too if your sincere
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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I see you stagger in the street, and you can't stay on your feet
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And your faking in your sleep, you wish that you were deep
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You can hear me laughing to myself
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If you could you would be someone else
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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See me die on Bleeker Street, I'm bored with being gone (God?)
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See me steering (sneering?) my car, I'm driving to my star
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I'm listening to the music with no fear
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You can hear it too if your sincere
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Cos I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Well I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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Punckrocker
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| Iggy Pop |
