Time has come You're gonna be a rock'n'roll star Armed with hate Your weapon is a loaded guitar Say that you believe in sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll It's commonly known you like it hot You like to lose control I've come to make you fly I heard you on the radio God can never promise you cash or expensive cars Only with an evil heart you can hope to ever get far
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