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My neighbors
keep on twitchin’ ’bout my Rock ’n’ Roll |
The dishes
in the kitchen dance ’n’ skate ’n’ fall |
Hell knows
that ain’t enough… I like to play to win |
I wanna
shake the earth and make the sky cave in
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So I bagged
it on home from the amplifier store |
My salesman
empathized why I just had to add more |
I wanna
crank it up to make the plasterboard flake |
A half a
million watts… to start an earthquake!
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I wanna start an earthquake!
Earthquake! |
I’m out to shake the world
with the music I make |
I wanna rock it up to where it
never dies down |
So help me keep it rollin’ on
in your hometown |
We’ll start an earthquake!
Earthquake!
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This system
is so bitchin’ and it’s made to please |
An American
dream built by the Japapanese |
Plays
Eighties tho’ I’m lately into Fifties grease |
A
lady’s hot for ‘Sting’… I made her scream “POLICE!”
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The sirens
start to wail… I’m sailin’ in a dream |
I’m drippin’
while I’m flippin’ ‘Yellow Submarine’ |
The Doors
come crashin’ down… I eat a cloud o’ dust |
I’m frisked
’n’ cuffed!… a roust!… don’t shoot! This is a bust!
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I wanna start an earthquake!
Earthquake! |
I’m out to shake the world
with the music I make |
I wanna rock it up to where it
never dies down |
So help me keep it rollin’ on
in your hometown |
We’ll start an earthquake!
Earthquake!
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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The
prosecutor’s cryin’ soon I’ll fry in hell |
They’re
dy’na tie me down inside a padded cell |
I’m jivin’
testimony on my own behalf |
The jury
when they hear me moan ’n’ groan ’n’ laugh
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His Honor’s
off my humor… he don’t catch my drift |
I’m tryin’
to explain this world just needs a lift |
“You set me
up in jail you make a big mistake… |
Judge let me
out on bail to start an earthquake!”
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I wanna start an earthquake!
Earthquake! |
I’m out to shake the world
with the music I make |
I wanna rock it up to where it
never dies down |
So help me keep it rollin’ on
in your hometown |
We’ll start an earthquake!
Earthquake!
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Ooh man I’m
in a jam… the bailiff reads the vote |
It’s twenty
years in Quentin an’ I clutch my notes |
My head
begins to sweatin’ while I'm turnin’ blue |
My body
starts a-shakin’ an’ I come unglued
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They drug me
off to prison… threw away the key |
Cheap jeans
and stripèd T-shirts… well that just ain’t me |
I couldn’t
wait no more so I just had to break |
I’m playin’
on the lam an’ I’m gonna start an earthquake!
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I'm gonna start an earthquake!
Earthquake! |
I’m out to shake the world
with the music I make |
I wanna rock it up to where it
never dies down |
So help me keep it rollin’ on
in your hometown |
We’ll start an earthquake!
Earthquake!
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