Wasted Rock Ranger - Great White

Well I’m a wasted rock ranger

I live the life of danger

On the road to find a higher high

I don’t need no one’s affection

All I need is my injection

An out of tune Les Paul’ll get me by

I’ve been doing gigs since I was ten

I really can’t remember when

I ever had a dollar to my name

My ears are blown, my eyes are red

I got big holes inside my head

Snorting too much crystal and cocaine

I have bennies with the breakfast toast

Quaaludes with the evening roast

Assorted snorts of powder in between

I don’t think a day’s gone by

That I wasn’t drunk or high

It’s the only way I keep my sanity

From Kegger’s Den to Hooterville

My flaming tricks have topped the bill

A thousand empty bottles earn my name

Endless trains of one night stands

Sharing stages with half arsed bands

And all the local groupies lay the same