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The last minute I'm living, I'll tell you no lieI'll be a rocker till the day I dieWhipsI got no money for food, but that ain't a drag'Cause I get my kicks from plastic bagYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeI'm a rockerDon't care for me, I don't care for youSo let me live my life just like I want to doYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeI'm a rockerI've respect for none, I shag nothing I doAnd I break the law just like you wanted toYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeSongtexteI'm a rockerDon't laugh at my style, don't laugh at me'Cause I'm the man you ain't the guts to beYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeI'm a rockerI could've stayed at school, I could've got a degreeBut there is no-one else that I'd rather beYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeI'm a rockerI want to live it fast, I don't want to slow downThere's no place for me in this crazy townYeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hairI'm a rockerI don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile 'causeI'm a rockerYeah I'm a rockerTill the day I die Aus Songtexte Mania