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2, 3, Go!
Get the gang together because we're heading out
Like devils chasing angels we're gonna scream and shout
No time, we don't care...
Just light a match for this black leather prayer
We got our leathers on and working looking clean
Motors are running and their sounding mean
No time, we don't care...
Let's light a match for this black leather prayer
Chorus:
I live and die for rock n' roll
Don't ever try and save my soul
No time, no hope
I live and die for rock n' roll
Dead Boys playing on the radio
Neighbors started screaming, better turn it low
No time, we don't care
Let's light a match for a black leather prayer
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FU and Your Cocaine
03:10
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You can call it hell, you can call it evil
You can call it anything, but it's a line out on the table
You can have your rush, have your fucking fun
You can put it in my face but I'll beat you when your done
Chorus:
Shooting it all baby
Satan's coming after you, oh yeah
You're your only family
No one's sticking up for you, oh yeah
You can blame your mom, blame your fucking priest
You can blame whoever you want but your living out on the streets
Telling all your lies, fucking all your friends
You can spin it anyway, but it will waste you in the end
I need some more, gotta have some more
Gonna put it in my face and I'll get down on the floor
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Brain Dead Cagers
03:48
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What's that thing on your steering column?
I don't know! I don't know!
It's a turn signal, you stupid twat!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Why're you driving slow in the passing lane?
Because I can! Because I can!
Why are you turning in front of me?
I don't give a damn! I don't give a damn!
Why are you drifting into my lane?
I’m on the phone! I’m on the phone!
Maybe you’d like my boot in your door!
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Chorus:
Brain Dead Cagers X3
They're gonna run you down!
Why did you run my daddy over?
I didn't see him! I didn't see him!
In your six-thousand pound killing machine!
It's a status thing! It's a status thing!
I'm sick of all the shit
That you cagers do
I've got a hammer in my pocket
And I'm coming after you!
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The Velostacks Houston, Texas
The Velostacks are Houston's motorcycle leather rock n' roll mother fuckers. One part motor oil, one part black
magic.
Curtis "Dirty Dago" DeGidio - Vocals / Guitar
Richard "Rico Havoko" Crishock - Guitar / Vocals
Christian "GFN" Best - Bass / Vocals
Randy Miller - Drums
Joe McSweeney - Guitar / Vocals
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