Music by Sanni Kopsa, lyrics by Viivi Väisänen, arranged by The Freza.
They say my blood is hot as I was born when
the Hell broke loose
My name is trouble and I’m a loaded gun
looking for someone to shoot
What a lovely person but I don’t
give a fuck just do not come near
I spit in your face and say baby
let’s get the hell out of here
Stop me from growing old, so harsh and cold
What if I sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me, I’m growing old, out of control
What if sell my soul to rock’n roll
I won’t ask for youre forgiveness
my ambition means a lot
Eyes flashing, a face that says don’t touch me
please just back off
Stop me from growing old, so harsh and cold
What if I sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me, I’m growing old, out of control
What if sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me from growing old, so harsh and col
What if I sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me, Stop me, Stop me
Stop me from growing old, so harsh and cold
What if I sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me, I’m growing old, out of control
What if sell my soul to rock’n roll
Stop me from growing old, so harsh and cold
What if I sell my soul to rock’n roll
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