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When I was younger
And I was having fun
My parents complained
I had my hair too long

I barely studied
I went to public school
Tight jeans and leather
All about being cool

My family hated me
Thought I was Satan's work
Lived my sixteen years
Trying to prove them wrong

When I was seventeen
Still didn't have a job
I had a feeling
That my next step would be outta the door

Goin' down
I'm running away (4x)

'Til the day finally came
And I got kicked away
A satanic parasite
That was now out of sight

I had some bucks on me
Provoked me to think
So I fixed up my car
And I got myself a guitar

Took the highway of my life
Left my old life behind
Eighteen my milestone
That turned my life to gold

My band now hit the road
No going back, oh no
Now I'm who I wanna be
No one puts rules on me

Goin' down
I'm running away (4x)

*Solo*

Now as I play to you
I crush your skull with sound
Metal was made for me
And I was made for it

So if you have a dream
Make it just like me
And you are gonna see
How easy it is to reach

Goin down'
I'm running away

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