Dead, Jail Or Rock 'N' Roll - Michael Monroe

When I was a kid all I wanted to be

Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine

Now I’m going to 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 looking for trouble but it’s looking 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

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

I don’t really mind

Doing my own time

The three choices I ever came to find

Were either: Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll

Dead, Jail or Rock’n’Roll