When I was a kid all I wanted to be,
Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine.
Now I’m going the wrong way on a one-way street,
I never fit this society.

I don’t really mind,
Doing my own time,
The three choices I ever came to find,
Were:

Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll

I ain’t looking for trouble but it’s looking for me,
The law of the jungle is protecting me.
Lose sleep man stay out of your bed,
You might wind up in jail if you lose your head.

In death I might find,
True piece of mind.
But while I’m alive,
Free choice is mine.
It’s either:

Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll

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I don’t really mind,
Doing my own time,
The three choices I ever came to find,
Were always:

Dead, Jail or Rock N’ Roll