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I don't know what the world may need
But I'm sure as hell that is starts with me And that's a wisdom I've laughed at I don't know what the world may want But a good stiff drink it surely don't So I think I'll go and fix myself a tall one Cause, what the world needs now Is a new kind of tension Cause the old one just bores me to death Cause, what the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head I don't know what the world may need But a V8 engine is a good start for me Think I'll drive to find a place To be surly I don't know what the world may want But some words of wisdom could comfort us Think I'll leave that up to someone wiser Cause, what the world needs now Are some true words of wisdom Like La La La La La La La La La Cause, what the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head I don't know what the world may need And I never grasped your complexities I'd be happy just to get your attention And, I don't know what the world may want But your long, sweet body lying next To mine could certainly raise my spirits Cause what the world needs now Is a new Frank Sinatra So I can get you in bed What the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head What the world needs now What the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head What the world needs now What the world needs now Is a new Frank Sinatra So I can get you in bed What the world needs now What the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head What the world needs now What the world needs now Is another folk singer Like I need a hole in my head |
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I'd really like to see you now
In your father's combat boots I'd really like to be with you 'Cause we could be so dark It was only for the grace of you That I got this attitude I'll show you my gratitude When I make it though I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) Someone please tell me it's not a train (train, I see the light) I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) No time to speak, no time to explain Sometimes I imagine you Lying in your bed Sometimes you imagine too Do you sometimes lust For the grace that others have inside The simple peace they make with life They feel love like some summer's night Well I want it too I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) Someone please tell me it's not a train (train, I see the light) I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) No time to speak, no time to explain (I see the light) I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) Someone please tell me it's not a train (train, I see the light) I see the light at the end of the tunnel now (I see the light) No time to speak, no time to explain I see the light now, I see the light now, I see the light now, now I see the light now, I see the light now, I see the light now, now, now, now I see the light now, I see the light now, I see the light I see the light I see the light I see the light, now, now, I see the light, I see the light, now I see the light now, I see the light now, I see the light I see the light now, I see the light now, I see the light (Fades Out) |
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Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere
Let me lay my sorry trip on you Won't you meet me by the river, little darling? I might just let you see my bad tattoo Well I was gonna bring you flowers, but I didn't It's the thought that counts and I think I'm a bit too broke But there's some change in my ashtray Maybe just enough to pay For a half pint of somethin' probably make us choke Well, no I'd rather not go and meet your family They'd probably send me back where I belong Don't want to hear about your Mr. Right 'Cause he's out of town tonight Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler And a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough Baby if you'd like to read, I got some great pornography And a ten pound flashlight rolling in the trunk Well, no I'd rather not go and meet your family They'd probably send me back where I belong Don't want to hear about your Mr. Right 'Cause he's out of town tonight Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong Now, do you have a girlfriend and does she look as good as you? Hey, would she like to meet my brother? He'll be out of jail in a month or two Well, no I'd rather not go and meet your family They'd probably send me back where I belong Don't want to hear about your Mr. Right 'Cause he's out of town tonight Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong |
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Sometimes I wanna take you down
Sometime I wanna get you low Brush your hair back from your eyes Take you down let the river flow Sometimes I go and walk the street Behind a green sheet of glass A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned A million poppies gonna make me sleep Just one rose it knows your name The fruit is rusting on the vine A fruit is calling from the trees Hey don't you wanna go down Like some junky cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned Blue, blue is the sun Brown, brown is the sky Green, green are her eyes A million miles, a million miles Hey don't you wanna go down Like some disgraced cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned |
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All these cats with holey jeans,
Dirty hair and titty rings say "What's your scene man? We got these questions Is it true that you have sold your soul?" I say "Hey man, I don't know Lend me a quarter won't you? I'll call my accountant." Let's get off this And get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start to spin it Get off this Get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start this minute Petty little Ayatollah's come around to judge and stone ya All's we're trying to do is make a fortune Yeah, we ain't got no government loans And no one sends a check from home But get this: we're just doin' what we wanna So let's get off this And get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start to spin it Get off this Get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start this minute Well the guitar players Stayin' out in Hollywood and sayin' He's just trying' to get some sleep But everyone's complaning Are you truly deeply cynical 'Cause boy you know that I loved you so When no one knew your name And you were pompous Let's get off this And get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start to spin it Get off this Get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth, shut your mouth Get off this And get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth and start to spin it Get off this Get on with it If you wanna change the world Shut your mouth, shut your mouth, yeah |
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Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by Well he came back don't you know With his brother six in tow And that is how number thirteen wound up at my side And that is how I got these lonesome Johnny blues How I got these lonesome Johnny blues Got the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Here we go Grim reaper he pulled up into my drive Grim reaper pulled his little old chevrolet right up onto the goddamn drive Johnny, I haven't come up for you But I want someone who's dear to you And the price you pay is to remain alive And I'll stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues Stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Woah, no more trouble send him down the road, won't you please. No more trouble won't you beat him up, won't you send him down the road Trouble dumped out the trash Ransacked the place for cash And he wound up taking much more than I own And he left me with these lonesome Johnny blues Left me with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues |
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Well I've been up to Paris,
and I've slept in a park. Went down to Barcelona, someone broke in my car. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl. Took the train down to Athens, and I slept (live: sometimes "bathed") in a fountain. Some Swiss junkie in Turin (Earlier versions "Zurich" instead of "Turin") ripped me off for my cash. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. The CRS on the metro shook me down for a bribe. On my knees for the sergeant when my passport arrived. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Euro-trash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college... now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married, well she hung up the phone. You know she never did like me, but I can stand on my own. Sold my plasma in Amsterdam. Spent it all in a night, buying drinks at the Melk Weg for a soldier in drag. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, (I'm a) Euro-trash girl. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl (solo Johnny) Got a tattoo in Berlin (and a case of the crabs). A rose and a dagger on the palm of my hand. And I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl. Euro-trash Girl, (I'm a) Euro-trash girl. Yeah, I'll search the world over for my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over for a Eurotrash Girl. |
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It's been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie
It's been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie She claps her hands and snaps her fingers Knows my name but calls me Ginger It's been a long time since I had Sweet Thistle Pie Hey Hey Hey Yeah (Sweet Thistle Pie) Sweet Thistle Pie (Sweet Thistle Pie) Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie It's been a long time since I've been so very low It's been a long time since I've been so very low When I was young you were no stranger Around the world and slip through my fingers It's been a long time since I've been so very low Hey Hey Hey Yeah Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie (Sweet Thistle Pie) Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Sweet Thistle Sweet Thistle Sweet Thistle Pie Sweet Thistle Pie |
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Cigarette and carrot juice
And get yourself a new tattoo for those sleeveless days of June I'm sitting on the Cafe Xeno's steps with a book I haven't started yet watching all the girls walk by Could I take you out I'll be yours without a doubt on that big dipper And if the sound of this it frightens you we could play it real cool and act somewhat indifferent And hey June why did you have to come, why did you have to come around so soon I wasn't ready for all this nature The terrible green green grass, and violent blooms of flowered dresses and afternoons that make me sleepy But we could wait awhile before we push that dull turnstile into the passage The thousands they had tread and others sometimes fled before their turn came ... And we could wait our lives before a chance arrives before the passage From the top you can see Monterey or think about San Jose though I know it`s not that pleasant And hey Jim Kerouac brother of the famous Jack or so he likes to say "lucky bastard" He's sitting on the cafe Xeno's steps with a girl I'm not over yet watching all the world go by Boy you are looking bad Did I make you feel that sad I'm honestly flattered But if she asks me out I'll be hers without a doubt on that big dipper Cigarettes and carrot juice and get yourself a new tattoo for those sleeveless days of June I'm sitting on the cafe Xeno's steps I haven't got the courage yet, I haven't got the courage yet, I haven't got the courage yet |
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Well we went to the station
They were looking for vegas But I was stuck in my Beat phase Like it was 1959 They say the girls wanna hip-shake They say the boys wanna ball-break But we couldn't be bothered Cause we're hipper than y'all And everyday I resolve to say The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine So will you give me salvation Or a standing ovation Cause I really deserve it And so much more The big kid in the magazines You and me, we went to make the scene But get your name, man And tomorrow you'll be gone So everyday I resolve to say The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine But everyday I resolve to say The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine The world is mine |
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Well there are some lines that can't be crossed
And sometimes those lines get lost CHORUS: Do you need anything from Duty Free? I've got to get out of the wet UK Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do VERSE: Jackson Haring and I were at London Arms College drunks kicking pigeons in the asses Yeah feathers flying, and bobbies whining Like little drunken schoolboys we only thought we were kicking rats CHORUS: Will you need anything from Duty Free? I got to get out of the wet UK Do you need anything from Duty Free? I've got to get back to the USA REPEAT DOs Liam Moore he comes from Kilken-ny He's a singer and a painter, but not much behind the wheel Drove my pick-up truck in Iowa into a drainage ditch He said he thought it was valet parking for the Holiday Inn Express Do you need anything from Duty Free? I got to get back to Kil-, Kilken-ny Do you need anything from Duty Free? I've got to get the fuck outta the USA REPEAT DOs Well Frank Quinn is an Irish singer A scuba-diving, paramedic, and a dead ringer For every Irish fuck who ever had his picture on A poster for the offices of Irish Tourism Now I love Frank, and I love all o' his songs And I love all o' his stories about fishing stiffs out of the Shannon And how the moss and seaweed would grow upon the skin of the victims And how one day Frank would go home, and get that gig again Will you need anything from Duty Free? I got to get out of the USA Do you need anything from Duty Free? I got to get the fuck out of the USA REPEAT DOs x2 REPEAT INTRODUCTION |
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Well the first dance cost me a quarter,
and the second dance cost me my heart Now I'm here on this barstool, like a circle it ends where it starts And it goes something like this Always a swing and a miss Well I ain't seen you since I drank all night Now my eyes are black 'cause I fought all night I come stumblin' home to sleep alone but it's alright yeah it's alright And it's hard to tell what it is and what it's not Until it is something that you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got Well I woke up hung over in the squalor where I make my home Ate my heart out for breakfast, then I met the day stoned And it goes something like this Always a swing and a miss Well I ain't seen you since I drank all night Now my eyes are black 'cause I fought all night I come stumblin' home to sleep alone but it's alright yeah it's alright And it's hard to tell what it is and what it's not Until it is something that you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got (Guitar Solo) Well I ain't seen you since I drank all night Now my eyes are black 'cause I fought all night I come stumblin' home to sleep alone but it's alright yeah it's alright And it's hard to tell what it is and what it's not Until it is something that you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got It's something you ain't got 'cause it's alright, yeah it's alright |
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