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While the music played
You worked by candle light Those San Fransisco nights You were the best in town Just by chance you crossed The diamond with the pearl You turned it on the world That's when you turned the world around Did you feel like Jesus Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes On the hill the stuff Was laced with kerosene But yours was kitchen clean Everyone stopped to stare At your technicolor motorhome Every A-Frame had your Number on the wall You must have had it all You'd go down to LA on a dare And you'd go it alone Could you live forever Could you see the day Could you feel your whole world Fall apart and fade away Get along Get along Kid Charlemagne Get along Kid Charlemagne Now the patrons have all Left you in the red Your low-rent friends are dead This life can be very strange All those day-glow freaks Who used to paint the face They've joined the human race Some things will never change Son you were mistaken You are obsolete Look at all the white men On the street Clean this mess up Or we'll all end up in jail Those test-tubes and the scale Just get them all out of here Is there gas in the car I think the people down the hall Know who you are Careful what you carry 'Cause the man is wise You are still an outlaw in their eyes |
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I recall when I was small
How I spent my days alone The busy world was not for me So I went and found my own I would climb the garden wall With a candle in my hand I'd hide inside a hall of rock and sand On the stone an ancient hand In a faded yellow-green Made alive a worldly wonder Often told but never seen Now and ever bound to labor On the sea and in the sky Every man and beast appeared A friend as real as I Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall When there wasn't even any Hollywood They heard the call And they wrote it on the wall For you and me we understood Can it be this sad design Could be the very same A wooly man without a face And a beast without a name Nothin' here but history Can you see what has been done Memory rush over me Now I step into the sun Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall When there wasn't even any Hollywood They heard the call And they wrote it on the wall For you and me we understood |
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Agents of the law
Luckless pedestrian I know you're out there With rage in your eyes and your megaphones Saying all is forgiven Mad Dog surrender How can I answer A man of my mind can do anything [Chorus:] I'm a bookkeeper's son I don't want to shoot no one Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon Don't take me alive Got a case of dynamite I could hold out here all night Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon Don't take me alive Can you hear the evil crowd The lies and the laughter I hear my inside The mechanized hum of another world Where no sun is shining No red light flashing Here in this darkness I know what I've done I know all at once who I am [Chorus] |
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No I'm never gonna do it without the fez on Oh no No I'm never gonna do it without the fez on Oh no That's what I am Please understand I wanna be your holy man No I'm never gonna do it without the fez on Oh no Ain't never gonna do it without the fez on Oh no That's what I am Please understand I wanna be your holy man No I'm never gonna do it without the fez on Oh no Don't make me do it without the fez on Oh no That's what I am please understand |
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Babs and Clean Willie were in love they said
So in love the preacher's face turned red Soon everybody knew the thing was dead He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night She go crazy Got to make a getaway Papa say CHORUS: Oh - no hesitation No tears and no hearts breakin' No remorse Oh - congratulations This is your Haitian Divorce She takes the taxi to the good hotel Bon marché as far as she can tell She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell She feels alright, she get it on tonight Mister driver Take me where the music play Papa say CHORUS At the Grotto In the greasy chair Sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair When she smiled, she said it all The band was hot so They danced the famous Merengue Now we dolly back Now we fade to black Tearful reunion in the USA Day by day those memories fade away Some babies grow in a peculiar way It changed, it grew, and everybody knew Semi-mojo Who's this kinky so-and-so? Papa go CHORUS |
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Where did the bastard run
Is he still around Now you gotta tell me everything you did baby I'm gonna get a gun Shoot the lover down Are you gonna tell me everything you did baby Traces are everywhere In our happy home Now you better tell me everything you did baby I jumped out of my easy chair It was not my own Now I want to hear about everything you did baby I never knew you You were a roller skater You gonna show me later (Turn up the Eagles the neighbors are listening) You know how people talk I wonder what they say I think you better tell me everything you did baby I never knew you You were a roller skater You gonna show me later You never came to me When you were so inclined Yes you could have told me everything you did baby I know where baby's at I know your filthy mind Now you're gonna do me everything you did baby |
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And they wandered in
From the city of St. John Without a dime Wearing coats that shined Both red and green colors From their sunny island From their boats of iron They looked upon the promised land Where surely life was sweet On the rising tide To New York City did they ride Into the street See the glory (See the glory of) Of the royal scam They are hounded down To the bottom of a bad town Amid the ruins Where they learn to fear An angry race of fallen kings Their dark companions While the memory of Their southern sky was clouded by A savage winter Every patron saint Hung on the wall, shared the room With twenty sinners See the glory (See the glory of) Of the royal scam By the blackened wall He does it all He thinks he's died and gone to heaven Now the tale is told By the old man back home He reads the letter How they are paid in gold Just to babble in the back room All night and waste their time And they wandered in From the city of St. John Without a dime See the glory (See the glory of) Of the royal scam See the glory (See the glory of) Of the royal scam See the glory (See the glory of) Of the royal scam |
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