Monday morning, broken bottles of glass. Wake up in a mess. 
Takes a minute, realize my pants on and I have to work. 
Whiskey, Donuts, maybe a T-Shirt on and I hit the day! 
Driving down the freeway in my limousine. It'll be okay. 
I am one of these so unstable guys, job is too hard, but all the money is nice. 
And I carry on: To make Punk Rock every night! 

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Drinkin' stinkin' drivin' a big car. 
And it's gonna be all right. 

The next day I have to be in L.A.. Make a video. 
Have to do a fight with Rocky Stallone. It won't be all right. 
Punk-Rock business is dangerous sometimes 
and you have to survive Hip-Hop times 
But I'll carry on: To make Punk-Rock every night! 

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