Grow That Thing

I was born by the railroad tracks
I went to school with a paper sack 
All the kids they would call me names 
Didn't really matter it was all the same 

You gotta grow that thing
You gotta grow that thing

When I was 18 I was full of fire
A rock n roll dream and a burning desire
Ain't no one was gonna tell me no
It was here to stay I was ready to go

Ain't got no time for foolin' around
I ain't no 6 feet under the ground
Can't put out this flame
Can't put out this fire
If anything it only grows higher

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