| Oh, yeah
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| Yeah! | 
| Come on
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| I’m going down this lane
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| Devil without a cause, the 98 rock shit
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| 'Cause honks have balls, we’ll be hopping a moshpit
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| Stompin', rockin', bobbin' to
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| Don’t give two shits how pissed the cops get
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| The back full of scotch, banging in the 3 fifth
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| Mom ridin' shotgun, she just took 3 sips
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| Lit by the fire but she still took 3 hits
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| Finger flying higher than a goddamn G6
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| Booze in my closet, think I’m gonna grab it
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| Crossing my wall with a bunch of bad habits
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| Ink on my skin, chosen where I been
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| All the hell I raised and all the shit I’m in (Let's go)
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| Mama done tried, mama done tried
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| Let the choir sing and let the angels fly
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| When the church bells ring I’ll say goodbye
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| 'Cause the highway to Hell’s been a hell of a ride (Come on)
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| Held by the line of a razor
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| One bad SOB
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| Living overdrive, whiskey overload
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| I’m just a low down rebel soul
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| Till my blood gone cold, I’m a damned Hellrazor
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| Damned Hellrazor
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| My daddy was a preacher
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| Tried to teach me wrong from right
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| Lord knows he did everything he could
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| But he never lived this life
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| Got one hand on the Bible
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| Got one foot in the flame
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| Please dear God don’t let me lose my soul
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| Just to have this world to gain
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| Held by the line of a razor
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| One bad SOB
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| Living overdrive whiskey overload
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| I’m just a low down rebel song
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| Till my blood gone cold, I’m a damned Hellrazor
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| Damned Hellrazor
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| Held by the line of a razor
 | 
| One bad SOB
 | 
| Living overdrive whiskey overload
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| I’m just a low down rebel soul
 | 
| Till my blood gone cold, I’m a damned Hellrazor
 | 
| Held by the line of a razor
 | 
| One bad SOB
 | 
| Living overdrive whiskey overload
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| I’m just a low down rebel soul
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| Till my blood gone cold, I’m a damned Hellrazor |