In a heavy-metal boxWhere I was kept from I was littleIt had locks on both endsAnd a foodtray in the middleI 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 peanutsRiskin’ 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’shadeAre out beyond the bizarreI mean why waste an outfitAmong strangers in a bar- U see when I’m drunk- I’m an original punk!!Riskin’ it all…Yeah! You kill yourself for peanutsRiskin’ 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 peanutsRiskin’ 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!