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Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper, but a man with a Smile who took a pride in a job well done Oh in a bloodred sunrise He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die Die, die, die' Just a God given holy roller In a God forsaken land He didn't choose this killing ground He didn't want this scrap of land He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah And make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Oh kill for killing, live to die Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun You gotta be a hero For one last time To prove through your destruction Killing is a great way of life There's a wooden cross somewhere Where they'll bury you down deep You lie to your people, you lie to yourself You're in love with death, you've got no shame Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun The preacher laughed, the preacher cried He loaded bullets as he smiled The congregation sat and wondered would they live or would they die? Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans In the shadows of a cross Oh in a bloodred sunrise Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, oh yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride to history Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart Ride on, ride on, you played no part Ride on, you feel no pity Ride on, you feel no pain Ride into history |
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| 4:28 |
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Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin. Money can buy you most of anything. Fix your nose or the mess your in. Front page news you can share your views. With a population that wants to be like you. Out on the strip. Out on the tiles. Same old greed behind the PR smiles. You and all your entourage. To me you're all the same. You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games. CHORUS: I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire. He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child. Ex mud queen of Miami. In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back. With his CD player and his bottle of Jack. LA dude. LA attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat. Body guards, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards. Using each other. Running for cover. REPEAT CHORUS |
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| 3:37 |
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On and on
Born in a mining town in '58 When black and white T.V. was up to date And men were still around Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died That I could be alive and see The damage that we've managed since In this sceptred Isle Is nothing sacred, just the one square mile Justice and liberty You can buy, but you don't get free In a world of steel and glass We bury our past On and on, we slept till dawn When we awoke, we hardly spoke My grandfather taught me how to fight Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right But all around I see his morals Buried in a mess of money troubles Born in a mining town in '58 When black and white T.V. was up to date And men were still around Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died Justice and liberty You can buy, but you don't get free In a world of steel and glass We bury our past On and on, we slept till dawn On and on and on Justice and liberty You can buy, but you don't get free In a world of steel and glass We bury our past Justice and liberty You can buy, but you don't get free In a world of steel and glass We bury our past On and on, we slept till dawn When we awoke, it was... all the same |
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| 3:40 |
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Devil's driving down the track
Helens wheels they won't turn back Engine racing down a one way street Speeds chasing that red line heat Into the blackness into the night Out of the tunnel into the light Red for danger that's just for show Climb aboard come as you go Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Too smart to come she just arrived Only gave her one but she's using five Minutes of time in the usual place If I was strapped in you could sit on my place The doors were locked the windows sealed Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Something's driving me, I don't know where Something down in my cellar somewhere No one waiting for me down the line No one waiting for me this time, check it out Hard to steer when the devil's driving Hell on wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Hell on wheels and the brakes won't hold Knuckle down stick shift take it slow Easy come means easy go Lay off the gas make it last 'Cos under my hood she's blowing fast Into the blackness into the night Out of the tunnel into the light Red for danger, just for show Climb aboard come as you go Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer, that's it Hard to steer, oh Hard to steer, when the devil's driving, come on Hard to steer, you know it's hard to steer Hard to steer, when the devil's driving |
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| 4:03 |
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Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows where there is no sun there in no breeze Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege Talk about your freedom, I'll take you where I think it is Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, oh gypsy road Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need Think about freedom, dream a little every day Suddenly you'll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, oh gypsy road Gypsy road All right Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams I'll find my dreams You find yours too |
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| 6. |
| 4:41 |
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(Frankly Seaman Staines, I don't give a damn)
Put an opening shot across your bows Got tunnel vision, hmm, pull the sheets in now Let 'em flap, oh let 'em rip This man o' war gonna sink your ship Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release 'till you're deep down inside Davy Jones gonna keep your bones No monkee business now you're on your own Turn your stern and cover me We're rolling swell just an old seadog like me Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release when you're deep down inside Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Seaman Staines is down below Torpedoes loaded he's ready to go Wait to discharge waiting to release As she rounded the horn we came up from below Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release when you're deep down inside Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Come on, come on Dive! Dive! Dive! Yeah, Dive! Dive! Dive! Come on, Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Dive! Dive! Dive! Sinking slow Dive! Dive! Dive! Sinking deep Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five (Seaman Staines, consider yourself discharged) |
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| 3:48 |
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Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive When you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars From his face Funky little boat race Television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks I need TV when I got T. Rex Oh brother, you guessed it I'm a dude, now All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news Well, Billy's looking sweet 'cuz he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love Ah yes, we can love And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags Well I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I gotta race some cat to bed Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head? Brother, I'm a dude now All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news |
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| 3:17 |
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(Eat lead, you scum sucking')
Lickin' the gun, yeah, yeah Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Senator husband goin' for broke Gotta prove I'm not a joke We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different it's a crime Kids today don't understand Kids today need a guiding hand Sticker if it rhymes with truck When the law suits fly, guess I'll duck Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Watch religion come and go Watch corruption on their shows Buy your silence money for blood Out of the ark and into the flood Crazy men with Russian guns My words never killed anyone Kissing babies lickin' the gun Ain't political nah, having fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Oh, yeah, yeah'lick it Yeah, lick it, yeah Yeah Lick it Eat it up lay down and die They'll shoot you up and they don't know why They're doing a job and they enjoy it too They're protecting us from me and you We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different it's a crime I don't care to wait and see If I'm cool enough to make history Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, lick that, lick that, lick that gun, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, gonna lick it on, lick it on Lick that gun, yeah, yeah |
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| 3:27 |
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She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye
She says, I'd like to meet you I was so surprised Well what can I do for you? What can you do for me? We made for the exit, had to wait and see I hope I'm not wasting your precious time I know you're not wasting mine We came together over coffee with milk She never stopped 'till every drop was spilt She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time, honey, well Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone She dropped to her knees, I guess she had religion She lived with her mother, had been a good girl twice When I asked her to comment on her present position She said she liked to take a lay preacher's advice I ain't looking for sympathy But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice She said, I don't like to preach to the converted I said, you can be a good girl more than twice, like this She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time, it was nice Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone away somewhere I ain't looking for sympathy, oh no But prayers for the wicked are always nice She looked me up and down and said Assegai for me I began to see God she said, wait and see babe wait and see babe, wait and see babe wait, wait, oh, gonna' She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time, it was nice She was a Zulu Lulu Had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone She was a Zulu Lulu She broke my back and my heart at the same time, honey, well Just a Zulu Lulu Had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone |
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| 6:23 |
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No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels No lies, no angels No lies, no angels No heaven, no heaven No lies' No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven Waiting on a corner of a red light street Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet By the light of a street light moon If you hang 'round here babe, you're leaving soon On the run from a country from the law Well here's a safe place behind every front door Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go Watching the windows, part of the sideshow No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven Where the money men's wallets bleed Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs Where the vicar goes for his sin Where the stick up artist gets stuck in Look around here it's no big deal For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel Riding side-saddle on a rented machine Hang on loosely, part of the scene No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven No lies, no angels, no heaven |
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Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on
Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone Before I met my baby didn't have a clue Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else She went to see my kennel, she said "It's like a rabbit huch" She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much" She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar One time, baby, I took her for a walk Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck Three time looser, this ain't no game Five hand shuffle driving me insane I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me It was hell, I tell you And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me! Some... There's some harmonica? In the ball? I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free" Before I met my baby my life was misery Before I met my baby my life was misery Hm... |
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| 3:23 |
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Think that it's all over and you want your ragged mile
?The winds of change are blowing all around? Stop and look, you're not the only one on the road out in the night ?Take some time to find a partner, it does take?? Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us? Winds of change don't change us at all?? In a world of desperation where we struggle to be free? There's a truth and inspiration to break the chains of you and me? Looking round we have our visions of what is and what could be? Let it loose imagination, make your own reality?? Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us? Winds of change don't change us at all ??I think I wanna spend my life with you ?I think, if we can make it, we can get through? I feel I've known you before, I think you know what I mean? I think I wanna spend my life with you ??Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us? Winds of change don't change us at all Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us Winds of change roll over us? Winds of change don't change us at all |
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Cold sunlight falling on me
Cold sunlight falling on me I am a lonely man Sorrow is my friend Fall asleep as the dawn comes up A ray of hope again Hold the crystal vision for a second Let it pass Hold the crystal vision for a moment Make it last Summer so quickly gone Darkness be my friend Nothing lasts forever But the certainty of change I am a lonely man Sorrow is my friend Nothing lasts forever But the certainty of change Nothing last forever But the certainty of change |
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| 4:40 |
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Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burnin' feelin' Deep inside of me It's a-yearning But, I'm gonna to set it free I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby Snake eyes, wouw Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in So, spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm goin' in to Sin City |
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| 4:43 |
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(Frankly Seaman Staines, I don't give a damn)
Put an opening shot across your bows Got tunnel vision, hmm, pull the sheets in now Let 'em flap, oh let 'em rip This man o' war gonna sink your ship Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release 'till you're deep down inside Davy Jones gonna keep your bones No monkee business now you're on your own Turn your stern and cover me We're rolling swell just an old seadog like me Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release when you're deep down inside Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Seaman Staines is down below Torpedoes loaded he's ready to go Wait to discharge waiting to release As she rounded the horn we came up from below Gonna blow you midships Gonna dive tonight There's no release when you're deep down inside Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Come on, come on Dive! Dive! Dive! Yeah, Dive! Dive! Dive! Come on, Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five Dive! Dive! Dive! Sinking slow Dive! Dive! Dive! Sinking deep Dive! Dive! Dive! No muff too tuff We dive at five (Seaman Staines, consider yourself discharged) |
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| 4:20 |
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Katie was a kid, I guess she hid her thoughts from everyone
Went to school at eight, she was never late Didn't know the meaning of fun Every night Katie prayed to God above But her daddy gave her everything but love She woke up one day, said: "I'm on my way" Her mummy read the letter, It did say: "I'm on my way, I'm on my way" Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels She's having fun, fun, fun She's having fun, fun, fun Rode around and every boy in town tried to win her back It was no go, cause she rode with Joe, he was the leader of the pack People ran for cover when they rolled to town The night was black, rain on the ground Engines scream, running too fast They knew the ride would be there last They're on their way, on their way Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels She's having fun, fun, fun She's having fun, fun, fun Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels Riding with the angels She's having fun, fun, fun She's having fun, fun, fun Riding with the angels She's having fun, fun, fun She's having fun, fun, fun |
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| 4:49 |
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Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burnin' feelin' Deep inside of me It's a-yearning But, I'm gonna to set it free I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby Snake eyes, wouw Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in So, spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm goin' in to Sin City |
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| 4:33 |
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ABlack night is not right
I don't feel so bright I don't care to sit tight Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home I don't need a dark tree I don't want a rough sea I can't feel, I can't see Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home Black night, black night I don't need black night I can't see dark night Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home |
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| 5:54 |
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Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper, but a man with a Smile who took a pride in a job well done Oh in a bloodred sunrise He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die Die, die, die' Just a God given holy roller In a God forsaken land He didn't choose this killing ground He didn't want this scrap of land He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah And make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Oh kill for killing, live to die Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun You gotta be a hero For one last time To prove through your destruction Killing is a great way of life There's a wooden cross somewhere Where they'll bury you down deep You lie to your people, you lie to yourself You're in love with death, you've got no shame Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun The preacher laughed, the preacher cried He loaded bullets as he smiled The congregation sat and wondered would they live or would they die? Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans In the shadows of a cross Oh in a bloodred sunrise Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, oh yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride to history Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart Ride on, ride on, you played no part Ride on, you feel no pity Ride on, you feel no pain Ride into history |
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| 4:35 |
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Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin. Money can buy you most of anything. Fix your nose or the mess your in. Front page news you can share your views. With a population that wants to be like you. Out on the strip. Out on the tiles. Same old greed behind the PR smiles. You and all your entourage. To me you're all the same. You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games. CHORUS: I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire. He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child. Ex mud queen of Miami. In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back. With his CD player and his bottle of Jack. LA dude. LA attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat. Body guards, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards. Using each other. Running for cover. REPEAT CHORUS |
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