From the bars of wisconsin to the clip joints of l.a. i've been killing time while trying to make this guitar gain there've been people who thrown bottles there've been people who thrown flowers there've been people who just threw open their heart oh but rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end oh rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end there've been clowns there've been jokers uplitter prostitutes and queers we slowly dived together through the years i've been turned out, turned on, turned around, turned down i've been built up, beat out, set up, drinkin' my pot i've been oooo hoooo hooo hooo i've been oooo hoooo hooo hooo all the things that you see all the sounds that you hear they seem to have no meaning when you're looking through a glass of beer and you're tired, twisted up inside you feel you don't belong and the buzzman shouts "get up and son, sing one more song" well rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end yeah and rock 'n' roll's the only way to tell my story i'm a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end oh lord, a rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end rock 'n' rollin' loser till the end rock 'n' rollin' loser till the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
