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Some people ain't no damn good You can't trust 'em you can't love 'em No good deed goes unpunished And I don't mind bein' their whippin' boy I've had that pleasure for years and years No no I never was a sinner--tell me what else can I do Second best is what you get 'til you learn to bend the rules And time respects no person--what you lift up must fall They're waiting outside to claim my tumblin' walls Saw my picture in the paper Read the news around my face And now some people don't want to treat me the same When the walls come tumblin' down When the walls come crumblin' crumblin' When the walls come tumblin' tumblin' down Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy I'm uneducated--my opinion means nothin' But I know I'm a real good dancer Don't need to look over my shoulder to see what I'm after Everybody's got their problems--ain't no new news here I'm the same old trouble you've been havin' for years Don't confuse the problem with the issue girl It's perfectly clear Just a human desire to have you come near Wanna put my arms around you Feel your breath in my ear You can bend me you can break me But you'd better stand clear Repeat chorus |
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| 2. |
| 4:44 |
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There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks that he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock." CHORUS: Oh but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free Little pink houses for you and me There's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got greasy hair, greasy smile He says, "Lord this must be my destination." 'Cause they told me when I was younger "Boy you're gonna be president." But just like everything else those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went :|| CHORUS Well there's people and more people What do they know know know Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico Ooh yeah And ther's winners and there's losers But they ain't no big deal 'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills, the pills that kill :|| CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 3:49 |
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They like to get you in a compromising position
Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face Yeah, they think they're so cute when they got you in that condition But I think it's a total disgrace And I say... I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I've been doing it since I was a young kid And I come out grinnin' Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins (Oh yeah!) I call up my preacher I say, "Give me strength for round 5." He said, "You don't need no strength, you need to grow up son." I said, "Growin' up leads to growin' old and then to dyin', Ooo, and dyin' to me don't sound like all that much fun." And so I'll say... I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I've been doing it since I was a young kid I come out grinnin' Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins I say: oh no, no no I say: oh no, no no I say: oh no, no no no I fight authority, Authority always wins I fight authority, Authority always wins (kick it in) I've been doing it since I was a young kid And I come out grinnin' Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins I've been doing it since I was a young kid And I come out grinnin' Well, I fight authority, Authority always wins So I said, I fight authority, authority always wins (Oh no) Well I fight authority, authority always wins (Oh no no) Well I've doing it since I was a young kid (Oh no) And I come out grinnin' (Oh no) Well I fight authority and authority always wins |
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| 4. |
| 3:48 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
Well I've been up to the mountain Seen the ashes down below I had breakfast with the wise man He told me what he thought I should know And I've been to bed with Jezebel And I found the well was deep And I'd trade in my ambitions For a warmer place to sleep Well I've seen the heart of darkness Read the writing on the wall And the voice out in the desert Was the voice out in the hall And once he called me Abel And once he called me Cain And for forty days and forty nights I slept out in the rain CHORUS: Girl can you share your warm bed tonight I need to find a safe retreat Someplace where they can't see my eyes I need to find a warmer place to sleep Well I rested in the devil's arms I've chased the hounds of hell I played truth or dare with the angels And as far as I can tell That a heart of gold ain't no better Than a heart torn from the street And I'd trade in my heart of stone For a warmer place to sleep CHORUS |
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| 3:04 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp and John Prine
So you went to a party at Jacqueline Onassis If you're so smart why don't you wear glasses So you can see what you're doin' to me So you can see what you're doin' to me So you can see what tomorrow might bring Underneath your breath you know I heard you cussin' You were talkin' to my second cousin Were you talkin' about me Were you talkin' about me You better put on your glasses so you can see So you can see what tomorrow might bring Can your daddy get us backstage passes You know that we love to dance Can your daddy give us backstage passes With all his political power With all his political power It seems to me like you could dance better than you do So you went to a party at Jacqueline Onassis If you're so smart why don't you wear glasses So you can see what the future might bring So you can see what tomorrow might be |
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| 3:24 |
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Written by: Dan Ross, John Mellencamp, and Larry Crane
You may drive around in your town Ina brand new shiny car Your face in the wind your haircut's in And your friends think you're bizarre you may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far But if you really want to taste some cool success You better learn to play guitar CHORUS: Play guitar--play guitar (3X) You got your eye on the cheerleader queen you're walkin' her home from school You know that she's only seventeen She's gonna make you a fool You know you can't touch this stuff Without money or a brand new car Let me give you some good advice young man You better learn to play guitar CHORUS All women around the world want a phony rock star Who plays guitar You can pump your iron and shine your shoes And wear your hair just right You go down out on cruisin' street 'Cause you want to score tonight Ra da ra da ra da And you really want to show your scars Forget all about that macho shit And learn how to play guitar CHORUS |
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| 3:26 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
You ain't goin' nowhere Gonna sit by this pool until you fall in Didn't know what you were getting into When you walked in to this room now did you kid We got some girls over here We got some boys over there And they're here just for your fun So have some dinner, baby, play some records But just remember one thing son CHORUS: This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll You know my head is sweating I can't dance and I can't relax Outside is too threatening now I've come this far and I can't go back Call up some old friends Call up some strangers Get me used to that French telephone Donna Donna educate me But tell those girls that I'm not alone REPEAT CHORUS Take my life Take my soul Put me on the cross for all to see Put my name around my neck Let those people throw stones at me This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll |
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| 3:06 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp and Will Cary
Riding in the park with your golden tan You got your new tattoo half devil half man Straddlin' a stallion made of chrome and steel Spittin' out fire this cat's for real He'll be a lovin' mother for ya, don't you know He'll be a lovin' mother for ya, don't you know Everybody's got their attitudes Some are nice and some are rude They come up and slap your back They say, "Hey buddy, you can't do that." Everybody's got their opinions to protect But after midnight they'll be sucking your neck They'll be a sucking mother for ya, don't you know They'll be a sucking mother for ya, don't you know Squeeze me girl don't let me fall I wanna walk don't wanna crawl Let me put my kickin' mule into your stall 'Cause I'm a kickin' mother for ya, don't you know 'Cause I'm a kickin' mother for ya, don't you know |
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| 4:04 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Ain't no golden gates gonna swing open Ain't no streets paved in natural pearl Ain't no angel with a harp come singin' Leastways not that I know of in this world In these days of uncertain futures Who knows what the masters might do They got their big deals goin' on, goin' on Got nothing to do with me and you If I could I'd get us a big suite Overlooking the Park Only promise I know to be true Are the promises made from the heart I don't need to see the whole thing go down I don't need to see another lonely man I don't need to see a woman crying for the savior Holding on to some moneyman's hand Who can I call to make my reservations Forever thrown in the dark The only promises I know to be true Are the promises made from the heart I don't believe in the authorities They ain't gonna take care of me and you I don't have all the strength that I need To love the way that I want to The only promises I know to be true Are the promises made from the heart |
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| 3:45 |
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There's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen Cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when You could stop a clock" Ah, but ain't that America for you and me? Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Ooh yeah, for you and me Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got greasy hair, greasy smile He says, "Lord this must be my destination" 'Cause they told me when I was younger Said, "Boy, you're gonna be president" But just like everything else those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Ah, but ain't that America for you and me? Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Ah, yeah, baby, for you and me Well, there's people and more people What do they know know know? Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh yeah And there's winners and there's losers But they ain't no big deal 'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills The pills that kill Ah, but ain't that America for you and me? Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America? Home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me, ooh Ooh yeah Ain't that America for you and me? Ain't that America? Hey, somethin' to see, baby Ain't that America? Oh, the home of the free Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little pink houses, babe, for you and me Ooh yeah, ooh yeah |
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