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We got a call on the telephone it was a rocker who |
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Had problems at home |
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He had a message that set of the alatm |
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His neighboor an acoustic guitar |
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Hey, hey, what's that you're saying |
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I can't hear him, but I know he's playing! |
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We know your problem, just leave it to us... |
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We'll put him on the next hospital-bus! |
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And there it was, the scene of the crime |
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This neighboor really stepped out of line |
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Whe knew the one thing that we had to do |
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Break that guitar and the neighboor too |
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Knock knock we know that you're home |
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And we'll make sure you won't play another tone |
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Come and open or we'll break down the door |
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We're gonna spread your teeth across the floor |
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Remember your face, the nose you were born with |
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It won't look the same as it recently did |
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A punch on your mouth, both eyelids turns blue |
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The Rock'n'Roll Patrol was rearranged you |
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The whole apartment was silent and locked |
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He wouldn't answer when he knocked |
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We used a crowbar to get inside, under the bed we |
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Found him trying to hide |
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We pulled him out, held him down on the bed |
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Smashed the guitar against his head |
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Break his lips, break his lips |
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Shut the frontdoor on his fingertips |
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A final kick on his teeth real hard |
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Then we headed for our favourite bar |
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But we got angry, from the stage we could hear |
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Acoustic ballads reaching our ear!!! |
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That's it someone must pay!!! |
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With swinging crowbars we attacked the stage |
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We grabbed his short hair by the roots |
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And replaced his front-teeth with our boots |
