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| 1. |
| 3:45 | 
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I was justified when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat on Friday that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night I can bitch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch `Cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move The things that I do I entertain by picking brains Sell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back |
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| 2. |
| 3:55 |
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I don't want to wake you
But I'd like to tell you that I love you That the candlelight fell like a crescent Upon your feather pillow For there's more ways than one And the ways of the world are a blessing For when Pinky's dreaming She owes the world nothing And her silence keeps us guessing Pinky's as perfect as the Fourth of July Quilted and timeless, seldom denied The trial and the error of my master plan Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gambler's hands You don't want to tell me But somehow you've guessed that I know Oh, when dawn came this morning You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul For there's toast and honey And there's breakfast in bed on a tray Oh, it's ten below zero And we're about to abandon our plans for the day |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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As I lay dreaming in my bed
Across the great divide I thought I heard the trawler boats Returning on the tide And in this vision of my home The shingle beach did ring I saw the lights along the pier That made my senses sing Oh oh Grimsby, a thousand delights Couldn쨈t match the sweet sights Of my Grimsby Oh England you쨈re fair But there쨈s none to compare with my Grimsby Through nights of mad youth I have loved every sluice in your harbour And in your wild sands from boyhood to man Strangers have found themselves fathers Take me back you rustic town I miss your magic charm Just to smell your candy floss Or drink in the Skinners Arms No Cordon Bleu can match the beauty Of your pies and peas I want to ride your fairground Take air along the quay |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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Showboat coming up the river
See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze I can hear the crickets singing in the evening Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees My little boat - she rocks easy I've been catching catfish in the creek all day Oh, and I've never seen ladies like those on the big boats Must be fancy breeding lets you live that way Dixie Lily, chugging like a grand old lady Paddles hitting home in the noonday sun Plowing through the water with your whistles blowing Down from Louisiana on the Vicksburg run Papa says that I'm a dreamer Says them 'squitas bit me one too many times Oh, but I never get lonesome living on the river Watching old Lily leave the world behind |
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| 2:53 |
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Oh ma cameo molesting
Kee pa a poorer for tea Solar prestige a gammon Lantern or turbert paw kwee Solar prestige a gammon cool kar kyrie kay salmon Hair ring molassis abounding Common lap kitch sardin a poor floundin Cod ee say oo pay a loto My zeta prestige toupay a floored Ray indee pako a gammon Solar prestige a pako can nord |
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| 4:53 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:48 |
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Tune in, wouldn't it be something
Rumours spreading into panic I've seen movements in the clearing Someone sent you something satanic I have to leave you, radar's calling Outside somebody landed Crazy wavelengths leave you helpless Oh don't forget me I'm so stranded I wouldn't fool you but I've seen the saucers So many times I'm almost in tune Watching them flying in formation Thinking how I could be so immune I've seen them I've been there with them I can tell you all you want to know Something touched me and I was only sleeping Wouldn't you, wouldn't you like to go Stars climbing into their planets Systems won, controlled from birth Empty living on this highway Can you see me mother earth It's so endless whirling onwards Wonder what's cooking at home tonight Maybe if I promise not to say a word They can get me back before the morning light |
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| 5:20 |
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Say what you will but I'm a stinker
I come crawling up out of my hole Dirt in my toes, dirt up my nose I'm a perfect curse to pest control Seeds and weeds and muddy meals Crawling around the earth Down in the ground where the sun don't pound I hibernate in English turf Better believe it, I'm a stinker Burning vermin stink Watch me get as high as a heat wave, honey Tell me what you hound dogs think Set in my styles with a beady eye I got connections with the underground Call me a common rodent boy Sitting here safe and sound Some molehill mother sauntered by Acting like the ace of spades Don't give that cutey no reason to shoot me When I'm living on the eggs she laid |
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| 9. |
| 5:37 |
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Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me can’t light no more of your darkness All my pictures seem to fade to black and white I’m growing tired and time stands still before me frozen here on the ladder of my life Too late to save myself from falling I took a chance and changed your way of life But you misread my meaning when I met you, closed the door and left me blinded by the light (Chorus) Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me I can’t find, oh the right romantic line But see me once and see the way I feel Don’t discard me just because you think I mean you harm But these cuts I have, oh they need love to help them heal Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me |
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| 10. |
| 7:34 |
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An extremely quiet child they called you in your school report
"He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught" So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive To notify your parents of the manner in which you died At St. Patrick's every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins "Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win" But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son "Now you'll never get to Heaven" Mama said Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking "Grow up straight and true blue Run along to bed" Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest Some gook said "His brain's just snapped" then someone called the police You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm Oh your childhood cried out in your head "they mean to do you harm" "Don't ever ride on the devil's knee" Mama said Remember mama said Ticking, ticking "Pay your penance well, my child Fear where angels tread" Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking Within an hour the news had reached the media machine A male Caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside "Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high" But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law "You've slept too long in silence" Mama said Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking "Crazy boy, you'll only wind up with strange notions in your head" Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking |
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| 11. |
| 5:09 |
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Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain′′t seen nothing like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He′′s a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard′′s got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it? I don′′t know What makes him so good? Ain′′t got no distractions, can′′t hear no buzzes or bells Don′′t see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball I thought I was the Bally table king But I just handed my pinball crown to him Even on my favourite table, he can beat my best His disciples lean him in and he just does the rest He′′s got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball |
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| 12. |
| 5:24 |
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Ooh she said the crowd just loved you
My name's Angel and I'm sixteen I really love your band and your funny accent Sure would like a cruise in your limousine Then she said how about a rubdown You're so cute, I'm so mean The way you hold your guitar really gets me I can show you tricks that you ain't never seen Sick City, nobody to love you Oh but sometimes I can taste you when I'm feeling weak Sick City, isn't it a pity That you can't float above it when the bottom leaks Oh, Sick City Hey man how's about a handout All you dudes just loaded down Just a little sugar man makes me sweeter I like to sit at home and watch the world go round Stage-door monkey's on my back Begging me to save his life Can't he understand we're not a healing show We're just here to play some music for the kids tonight |
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| 13. |
| 3:26 |
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Your life stepped lightly out our hands
When no one's looking out you understand Your world was a wheel but the cog ceased to turn The bottom fell out and our fingers got burned And there's a cold, cold highway that the wind whistles down Where the corners turn blind like the graveyard ground Oh your black icy snare once cut down my friend In the deepest dark winter when the world seemed to end Every new version of the way of life Leaves you reckless and searching for stars in the night But whose kid are you when they finally decide The lifestyle you led and the way that you died But they're oh so simple, they're still trying to tell The difference for you between heaven and hell To glorify something, your legends are found But all they bought you was a hole in the ground Years rolling by just like a dream I'm partly human and I'm partly machine They've lost you and fate put your name on a stone Perhaps now my friend they might leave you alone |
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| 14. |
| 4:32 |
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Welcome to my Christmas song
I'd like to thank you for the year So I'm sending you this Christmas card To say it's nice to have you here I'd like to sing about all the things Your eyes and mind can see So hop aboard the turntable Oh step into Christmas with me(ohh) Step into Christmas Let's get together We can watch the snow fall forever and ever Eat and drink and be merry Come along with me Step into Christmas The admission's free(hold on) Take care in all you do next year And keep smiling through the days If we can help to entertain you Oh we will find the ways So merry Christmas one and all There's no place I'd rather be Than asking you if you'd oblige Stepping into Christmas with me |
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