Lyrics:

In a heavy-metal box

Where I was kept from I was little

It had locks on both ends

And a foodtray in the middle

I could smell my fans

- But I couldn't hear them shout..

So I did a lot of thinking...

- And this is was it's all about:

How much trouble can you make?

- And how much shit can you take??

Riskin' it all..

You kill yourself for peanuts

Riskin' it all...

With R'n'R in mind - but still..

Riskin' it all...



Don't need no average savage to kill my will!

The choice between light'n'shade

Are out beyond the bizarre

I mean why waste an outfit

Among strangers in a bar

- U see when I'm drunk

- I'm an original punk!!

Riskin' it all...

Yeah! You kill yourself for peanuts

Riskin' it all...

Under the metal-law; but I will not!

Riskin' it all...

With R'n'R in mind; but still..

Riskin' it all...



Don't need no average savage 2 kill my will!

Riskin' it all...

Yeah! You kill yourself for peanuts

Riskin' it all...

Under the metal-law; but I will not!

Riskin' it all...

With R'n'R in mind; but still..

Riskin' it all...

Don't need no savage average to kill my will!