you can't kill me
i will not die
not now not ever
no never
i'm gonna live a long, long time
my soul raves on forever

time [bad word] we will not wait
we storm the gates at dawn
busting out of here
into the world
sing our victory song

you can't kill me
i will not die
not now not ever
no never
i'm gonna live a long, long time
my soul raves on forever

(aim-a-flame johnson!)

i stand alone
out on the road
i know my flesh will rot
but the renegade and crazy free
will not be forgot

you can't kill me
i will not die
not now not ever
no never
i'm gonna live a long, long time
my soul raves on forever

(ya know, there's people out there who want to ban books
they want to ban my records
they want to tell me what i can drink
and where i can drink
they wanna ban [bad word] n ’n everything
people wanna have a lot [bad word] a lot [bad word] and regulations
but listen up, listen up... [bad word] and regulations
i ain't gonna obey!!!

that’s right, man
i ain't gonna do what you say
oh, you can put me in jail
you could kill me
you could execute me
but you can’t kill rock’n roll, man

tell you another [bad word] thing
i ain't eating no more [bad word] mc donalds either
i ain't gonna eat it no more
i ain't gonna eat it ’cause it don't taste good
you know what?
mc donald's can kiss my butt!!!

mc donald's can kiss my butt
it’s a great, big, hairy butt
got a dingleberry hanging up my butt
mc donald's kiss my [bad word] ..

you know, people say
”mojo, you’re [bad word] about everything
why don’t you vote in the election?
why don’t you [bad word] involved in the electorial process?
huh…
huh, yeah, vote for clinton to make everything nice’n new neat
you got one fool
just a bigger fool as the other fool
ain't nothing changed
same fools riding around in the black cars
we’re still riding around on the subway
riding around in the bus
we’re riding around in a 1978
you know, 1978 el turino or some [bad word] thing
weak’n all, we got no money
gotta pay taxes, everything’s screwed up
i aint' gonna take it no more
i’m gonna start an armed insurrection
when we go to hills of west virginia
i’m gonna liberate some guns from the national guard armory
i’m gonna start armed revolt
because sometime in the chords of human events
it [bad word] necessary to disassociate yourself to the ties that bind
i wanna break ’em ties
i wanna bust ’em up
so there i am, standing around the campfire in the hills of west virginia
and the flames are shooting up high
and i happen to be the head
of the armed insurrection of rebel lines
and i’m gonna sing our brand new
our brand new national anthem
it goes somethin like this:)

you can't kill me
i will not die
not now not ever
no never
i'm gonna live a long, long time
my soul raves on forever

you can't kill me
i will not die
not now not ever
no never
i'm gonna live a long, long time
my soul raves on forever
... my soul raves on forever
... my soul raves on forever

oh, you can shoot my body full of holes
but you can't kill the spirit of rock'n roll, baby!