Hey, if that aint the rocknroll animal himself, what you doing bro. (standing on the corner) Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand (suitcase in my hand) No, shit, whats this (jack is in his corset, jane is in her vest) Fucking faggot johnson (jack, sweet jane, Im in a rocknroll band) Well, I can see that Some people say that you cant - (no no no) No matter how good you are And some people say, they cant move - (no no no) No matter where they are Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain No matter how ugly you are You know to me it all looks the same Rain from the morning in the blue clouds Now just shining up with dew Riding through the city in their big cars And me, I aint got nothing to do Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Dont you know things always look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Dont you know that most things look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, dont you know, hey, dont you know To me they always look the same Oh, dont you know, hey, dont you know To me they always look the same Oh, dont you know, hey, dont you know To me they always look the same Oh, dont you know, hey, dont you know To me they always look the same
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