Love me, hit me, hurt me

There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can.

I see a woman in the night,
with a baby in her hand
Under an old street light,
by a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life
and what she's done to it

There's one more kid,
that will never go to school
never get to play guitar
never get to be cool

We got a kinder, gentler machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin' in the free world

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