Tank: Jimmy B. Bad

I was born in "Dirty Town", early heard the heavy sound Of pounding drums and loud guitars on the radio My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for you to see Life is work, in fourty years you'll be a lucky man" But I was smart and I qiut school, started smoking, breaking rules Bought myself a use guitar in a "Second hand" My clever brain said "Well Jimmy, you are born to be free Let the others suck your dick, you're gonna be a star" Here I go, no more sorrows Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll is all I want I just piss on hell and heaven Meet me on the road, let's have some fun Fame and money, chart-success, never had a shortage of Girls, who scared the back of my Firebird T. My manager just said to me "Boy it's time for you to see Crazy people don't live long, learn self-control" I drew my 45 and shot the bastard right between the eyes They sentenced me to fourty years, but I didn't care My record company was quick and fired me, eat some shit Are you gonna go my way or follow the blind Here I go, no more sorrows Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll is all I want I just piss on hell and heaven Meet me on the road, let's have some fun I ran away, escape the law, beware the lonesome rider No home, no hope, no alcohol; I'm back on the streets And then the devil said to me "Boy it's time for you to see That you're doing well, on the highway to hell The scales were falling from my eyes, I would have to change my life Now I understood and knew what to do I cut my hair and bought myself a noble suit and silken tie And all the things I did before are legal and okay Here I go, no more sorrows Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll is all I want I just piss on hell and heaven Meet me on the road, let's have some fun