Pequena (part. Big Up)

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Well, I'm a Wasted Rock Ranger, I live a life of danger
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On the road to find a higher high

D
I don't need no one's affection, All I need is my injection,
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My out of tune Les Paul will get me by

G
I've been doin' gigs since I was ten and really can't remember when
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I ever had a dollar to my name

D
My ears are blown, my eyes are red, I've got big holes inside my head
                                   G
From snorting too much crystal and cocaine

G
I have bennies with the mornin' toast, Qualudes with the evenin' roast
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Assorted snorts of powder in between

D
I don't think a days gone by, That I wasn't drunk or high
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It's the only way I keep my sanity

G
From Keggers Den to Hootersville, My flamming dreams have topped the bill
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A thousand empty bottles earned my name

D
Endless dreams of one night stands, Sharing gigs with half-ass bands
                                   G
And all the local groupies lay the same

G
Well I coulda' had a payin' job, workin' for some fucked up slob
                     D
Wife or family, true security

D
But I left that shit behind, With all that heavy metal grind
                                     G
'Cause Rock & Roll is in my blood to stay (among other things...)

G
Hey! You're a Wasted Rock Ranger, You'll live a life of danger
                                    D
Sing this song and follow it to the end

D
And when you reach number one **You can overdose for fun**
                              G
And go and visit Jimi and his friends

(whistle)x4
(solo)x8

G
Hey! You're a Wasted Rock Ranger, You'll live a life of danger
                                       D
Sing this song and follow it 'till the end

D
And when we reach number one  **We'll all overdose for fun**
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And we'll hang out with Jimi and his friends  (Yee-Haa)