Dead Jail or Rock 'n' Roll

Well when I was a kid all I wanted to be

Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine

Now I'm going the wrong way on a one way street

I never fit this society

I don't really mind

Doing my own time

The three choices I

Ever came to find

Were dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

I ain't lookin' for trouble it's lookin' for me

The law of the jungle is protecting me

Lose sleep man stay out of your bed

You might wind up in jail if you lose your head

In death I might find

True peace of mind

But while I'm alive

Free choice is mine

It's either dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

I said dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

That's right

I don't really mind

Doing my own time

The three choices I

Ever came to find

Were always dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Dead, jail or rock 'n roll

Rock 'n roll