Adam Ant - Anger Inc.

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Adam ant/marco pirroni


Legend has it in forty seven


Four thousand bikes met a force of seven


Fourth of july was the time


In a town called hollister


At the uphill climb





Poor jack kerouac


Riding with his paperback camus


In the pocket of his army fatigues


It’s kind of hard to spend your time


Keeping cans of soup in line


When you’ve been the waist gunner


On a b.17 singing





Anger incorporated


Anger


Anger incorporated


Anger





Whoever you are


They will scare


No friend of hoodlums anywhere


Like john dillinger -- number one


Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one





Born in the shadow of the boozefighters


In tiny bars and up all nighters


Terrorizing the local staff


Cool and crazy


Two wheeled luftwaffe


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