Coming Up Tough Rock And Roll

Well I wasn't a rich kid from the glorious suburbs.Oh so pretty and oh so rich.I came up out the inner city growing up poor in a tough neighboorhood.The rich kids were cool enough and friendly owned Gibson guitars and full pa's,"Now son you are going to have to cut the grass all summer to pay for That firebird I got you.I guess that is okay you know,'cause he sure could play that fucking thing too!and junior was soon to go to college and grow up and out of it.i instead grew up and grew into it.It's funny looking back because all that they really ever did was cover stuff.

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