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Ian Gillan Band
Let's try Scarabus pie Leg of dog and lizard's eye Come into the wizard's lair Breath of goat and dead man's hair What do you want to be I'm the king of sorcery If you care to serve me true I'll make some gold for you Bye, bye enemies five Only four will stay alive Come to me if you dare First the three and then the pair Here is thunder here is pain Live as creatures in the rain Two toads and one a mouse Go forever from this house When I am dreaming leave me alone This is more than living...leave me Let's try Scarabus pie Leg of dog and lizard's eye Come into the wizard's lair Breath of goat and dead man's hair Of the two I hate the worst One's undead forever cursed The last is turned to stone Set before my magic throne |
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Ian Gillan Band
Fat spender you're a money lender Message sender you're a mind bender Oh you worry me Money you got it hot dawg I made my mind up to go for the kill I'm gonna fight with you, gonna climb your hill Oh you dragged me down Money you got it I got none why's that Pound for pound You beat a snake in the grass A cross-eyed toad a thieving rogue And they don't move as fast Pound by pound You stowed the money away You're greasy palm was seen to stray Oh money lender what you got to say Hey money lender tried to take my life away Money you got it hot dawg Turning like a stag trying to survive How do you know if I'm dead or alive Asking you for once are you surprised I've had enough of your lies I've been patronised, victimised I've been treated unkind Can it be that I trusted you brother of mine Hey money lender I aint gonna surrender Hey people arranger can you feel the danger Oh you dirty dog Money it's evil hand it over Hey money lender you're a ticket vendor One black suspender for a hot dog It's getting hard to remember who are you |
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I like a Studebaker widowmaker Sitting on the highway crown When it's early in the morning I can put my foot right down And if the wheels keep spinning Baby I'll be winning I'll be really alive When the drive's beginning I've got a Buick that can do it With a wide seat in the rear With a woman on my arm And a cold six pack of beer And if the wheels keep turning I'll be yearning I'll be bombing away With the back tyres burning I'm twin exhausted see My second wife is tired of me But when she gets off my back I'll be back to the track Wheeling free Barracuda you are ruder than A long legged bitch I know With my hands on your stick I can feel your body letting go And I'm always dreaming About the back tyres screaming Down with the toes and away she goes |
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There is a good old boy in the valley On the other side of the hill There is a good old man in the canyon On the other side of the hill It took a thousand years to remember Another thousand years to forget The coming of the Messiah The most famous preacher yet There is an easy way to the green field Where the air blows warm and clear There is an easy route to the meadow Where there is no hate there is no fear You've got to get down under the water Or throw yourself in the road And if you're lucky you won't hit the fire You can settle down your load Watch the pieces fit together That's the way we are You are the hero I am a coward You will be the star If I tell you how to fight You can easy win Man is here to fight mankind Man is here to sin Will you take a little share of my hunger I'm sure you'll patronise a starving man Or will you take a little piece of the famine In a far off Eastern land No I don't show no respect for your feelings I don't give a shit for your smile When there's a good old boy in the valley Got religion twentieth century style |
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Maybe I can see at night Maybe I can touch the sky A few feet above the ground A few more with every bound Got to get higher, got to get higher No-one can see me trying Dreaming of flying I going to find my life in the light of the night I'm going to dream my dream when you're all out of sight Then I can be who I want I can fly in the sky Really feel a mercury high Running thru' a crowded street Faster than a lightning streak With each step the night is brighter With each step I'm feeling lighter Got to get higher, got to get higher No-one can see me trying Dreaming of flying I run - I fly - I reach the sky My feet - have wings Now it's easy watch me fly Wheeling in the open sky A few feet above the crowd A few miles above the cloud Got to get higher, got to get higher Everyone see me flying Flying |
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Sweet child in time, you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, oh Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes and bow your head And wait for the ricochet. Sweet child in time, you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes and bow your head And wait for the ricochet. |
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