jimmy b bad

Tankard

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