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Well, I'm a Wasted Rock Ranger, I live a life of danger
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On the road to find a higher high
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I don't need no one's affection, All I need is my injection,
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My out of tune Les Paul will get me by
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I've been doin' gigs since I was ten and really can't remember when
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I ever had a dollar to my name
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My ears are blown, my eyes are red, I've got big holes inside my head
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From snorting too much crystal and cocaine
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I have bennies with the mornin' toast, Qualudes with the evenin' roast
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Assorted snorts of powder in between
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I don't think a days gone by, That I wasn't drunk or high
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It's the only way I keep my sanity
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From Keggers Den to Hootersville, My flamming dreams have topped the bill
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A thousand empty bottles earned my name
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Endless dreams of one night stands, Sharing gigs with half-ass bands
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And all the local groupies lay the same
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Well I coulda' had a payin' job, workin' for some fucked up slob
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Wife or family, true security
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But I left that shit behind, With all that heavy metal grind
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'Cause Rock & Roll is in my blood to stay (among other things...)
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Hey! You're a Wasted Rock Ranger, You'll live a life of danger
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Sing this song and follow it to the end
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And when you reach number one **You can overdose for fun**
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And go and visit Jimi and his friends
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Hey! You're a Wasted Rock Ranger, You'll live a life of danger
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Sing this song and follow it 'till the end
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And when we reach number one **We'll all overdose for fun**
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And we'll hang out with Jimi and his friends (Yee-Haa)
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