Take five little manThis ain't no place fo' a kid
Steel swings red out here
So ev'rybody turns cold
Don't cross past the line
Or the spinach monster'll come
Foot steps steer behind
Unless you want to die too?
You yell and follow
And I can't argue, you're too young
I'll drop you somewhere
Right before you slow me down
They're strange around here
Nothing I can't handle though
With strings that burn blood
Deep as the horizon 'far
They all want a piece
Even death can play a tune
There in Vegas kid
(Is) where I'm gonna have my gig
The King needs an heir
And that throne is mine alone
But it ain't easy
No body plays nice here at
We walk: feet or wheels
And I hear you say squat for days
Cannibals and guns
Protestin' my Rock 'n' Roll
As this katana
Tastes alternative genre
Piling arguments
When treatments bleed red per song
The Russians'll stop me
But you'll keep me alive 'til
I snap my fingers
Hittin' the yellow brick road
Kickin' and slashin'
Soon before the day I die
They call me Buddy
Holly to your legacy
Since 1957
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