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You may not like
The things we do Only idiots Ignore the truth It's easy to Lay down and hide Where's the warrior Without his pride? We're gonna move real good yeah right We're gonna dress so fine OK It's Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog And brush me daddy-O It makes me proud So proud of you I see innocence Shining through ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 3:37 |
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Adam ant/marco pirroni
Well I'm standing here looking at you What do I see? I'm looking straight through It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor That music's lost its taste So try another flavor "Antmusic" Well I'm standing here what do I see? A big nothing Threatening me It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun Don't tread on an ant he's done nothing to you There might come a day When he's treading on you Don't tread on an ant you'll end up black and blue You cut off his head Legs come looking for you ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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| 3:28 |
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a few dollars more
they'll hang me high but still me spirit will survive there's money over there but not for long soon my worries will be gone rancheros (Clint) rancheros (Eastwood) rancheros (Clint) rancheros and there's a bullet with my name on it times-a-coming when a new breed say welcome tomorrow instead of yesterday my times-a-coming when those despised take shelter in the power of my Kiowa eyes ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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we are guilty,
we are beyond hope we beg to differ we are a terminal case press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress the press darlings we're on the outside but we're not looking in we are the vaseline gang we don't play your little games press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress the press darlings and if evil be the food of genius there aren't many demons around if passion ends in fashion Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town are we different? - no we are exactly the same there are no boxes for us the ones you love to hate - so read on! press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress the press darlings and if evil be the food of genius there aren't many demons around if passion ends in fashion Bushell is the best-dressed man in town (you can say that again, the scruffy sod!) press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress - press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we are the press darlings the press darlings the press darlings the press darlings (AND they tell fibs!) |
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10:35 and I hope I've made
the right decision heart is beating I'm alive but I don't call this living rationalise till I'm blue in the face you cannot lose if you throw the race I'm still searching for the ants invasion 10:36 and I hope I've made the right decision ninety eight point four's the bore with twenty twenty vision you want a thrill so you come and see me a cheap line in fantasy but I'm still searching for the ants invasion if I'd the courage I would make my way home too many antics in the forbidden zone 10:38 and I think I've made the wrong decision another lifeless man with a strange incision I hope that insect doesn't see me he's not renowned for his courtesy I'm not searching for the ants invasion |
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I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken But deep inside Geronimo is tearing me apart I've seen him in the streets And I've seen him in the pictures Killer in the home Killer in the home Now's the time I must digress From going through the motions Take my head out of its sling Free the warrior I'll fight him in my dreams And I'll fight him till he kills me Killer in the home Killer in the home They cut you in half with a gun And give you a band aid They gut you in half with a gun And give you a band aid Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer Is the home ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 3:55 |
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A new Royal Family
A wild nobility We are the family I feel beneath the White There is a red skin suffering From centuries of taming "No method in our madness Just pride about our manner Antpeople are the warriors Antmusic is the banner!" And even when you're healthy And your colour schemes delight Down below those dandy clothes You're just a shade too white Shade too white! Shade too white! I feel beneath the white There is a red skin suffering From centuries of taming... |
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long ago in London town
a man called Ant sat deeply sighing he was wondering which side of the fence he was on prick up your ears... time went by and soon the one was five young hombres burning fire they were in no doubt which side of the fence they were on prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)... he who writes in blood doesn't want to be read he must be learned by heart he's got to be learned by heart they believed in sex and looking good with their own brand of music they weren't pandering so which side of the fence are you on? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ADAM ANT, MARCO PERRONI, STUART GODDARD <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 4:30 |
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Physical
you're So Phy-si-cal! eat your heart out Do-it you can't do it, can ya? I wanna date you maybe I wanna take you out I wanna wine and dine you I wanna twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms so soft on my bed and you get the keys to my heart when you wear that sweet dress (you know the short one) but you're so physical physical for me you're just too physical physical for me I want your rough house maybe and I want this right in your ear you let me feel your danger I let you make this feeling clear (ooh ooh) I want the touch of your charms the heat of your breath (aah) I want to say all those things (those dirty things) that would be better unsaid but you're so physical physical for me you're just too physical physical for me (and you'd better listen to Marco!) phh you're so physical ooooh (4 times) |
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