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Couldn't make no money as a singer
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Didn't seem to get too far
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So I sell pot brownies and Vicodin
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From the back seat of my car
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Movin' back to Chicago
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Gonna rest my achin' head
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Spotify took my last 2 cents
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And the butter for my bread
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Gene Simmons said it
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Rock and roll is dead
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Rock and roll is dead
[Verse 2]
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I never did it for the money
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I only did it to get laid
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But I can't buy shots for the ladies
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If there's no way to get paid
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Now I can't make money on my good looks
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Can't make it on applause
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So I sell nose beers to the kiddos
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And thumb my own nose at the laws
[Pre-chorus]
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But I'm never ever gonna stop playing
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Even though rock and roll ain't paying
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Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
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Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules
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Heavy metal rules
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And everybody else can suck my dick
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[Verse]
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Gonna make my money stealing hub caps
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And selling black tar on the streets
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Taking handbags from old ladies
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While they respond to Trumpy's Tweets
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Apple came to town a ringing
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A death knell for the band
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If I can't make money selling records
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I'm gonna make it any way I can
[Solo]
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[Pre-chorus]
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And I'm gonna keep on rocking your ass
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As long as I'm on the right side of the grass
[Chorus]
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Cuz heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Madonna - she's a dick!)
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Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (That punk shit belongs on Mars!)
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Heavy metal rules, heavy metal rules (Dokken, Van Halen, they all fucking rule!)
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Heavy metal rules
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And everybody else can suck my fucking dick
