On a tenement block, I live at the top
But it don't stop me from doin' the bop
But I can't get down to squeeze my guitar
'Cause some motherfucker busted my elevator

I been forty days in the wilderness
Never had a touch of tenderness
I'm an armour-plated armadillo nature boy
And I can feel the pain and trouble over the jungle

I read about Nitzsche, I read about Engels
And I heard about the bourgeoisie
I know about the cosmos but I don't know what the boss knows
Maybe somebody buried his heart at Wounded Knee, ahh

Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh!

We're gonna rock, gonna rock, we're gonna roll
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, we're gonna roll
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, we're gonna roll
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, we're gonna roll
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, we're gonna roll
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