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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
"Sit tight and listen keenly while I`ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit"
There`s been a brainwave at the radio station Old idea from the woodstock generation Calling all the kids from across the nation In some it brings out love in others termination Love and unity Don`t worry bout the power we got a generator And publicity Batteries for rent you can pay us later Get your digital watches in synchronization Producer of the shows got a selfish motivation It`s the place to be and we got a location Another gold disc for an album compilation Bring the family Everybodys` welcome there will be no discrimination Take a tip from me In case there`s a problem bring identification C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! Watch me I got it Watch me So the holy smokes are coming we got a confirmation Centre of the city been a major transformation Gandhi got a shock and he took a vacation Check the wild life it`s a real fascination Hope they stay in line Raiders Possy British born but still they`re Jamaican Dailing 999 Salt `n pepper people stirred not shaken C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! "Hold it right there" "The white man left me nothing out here but the underworld And that`s were I dance, where do you dance?" The knights of Saint George dressed for aggrovation Heard about the party and they sent a delegation The bulldog crew don`t need no provocation Got a strange idea about the country`s liberation B.A.D. and little Sipho Help keep the peace don`t need no lawbreaker No one can stop the show The promotor didn`t book no undertaker C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
If you don't know where I come from, better stear clear of my trail
From the dark side of London, that's way beyond the pale My grandpa came from Russia, stowed away hidden in some bales He took my grandma dancing to the air raid sirens whail Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon If I was in those shoes, I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Crossing all the borders through the smoke of war and rain Papers out of order on a military train A coat, a bag, a baby, status - refugee These are the people of my family Don't anybody know that this city was made of immigrant blood and money If I was in those shoes a blackshirt with the playboy blues I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Now there's a rocker in Vladivostok, got every side by Jerry Lee But for accidents of disorder that guy could well be me I want everybody to know this, I want everyone to hear Immigration built the nation, you got a bloodclaat standing here Now Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon If I was in those shoes I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... Don't anybody know that the city was made of immigrant blood and money If I was in those shoes, a blackshirt with the playboy blues I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news And with the winter coming... |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
Down the Limbo, Limbo the law
Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Freedom Town or Mariel Out the frying pan straight to Hell In the papers shadows on the screen Itchy finger trigger easy teens Take you off just for fun Sweet sixteen magazine and gun Surfboard on the new crime wave Playground street corner and grave Jungle's jangle, intersection rock The wind could blow these boys off the block Crosstown junction where the cops don't stop The heavy crew hangs out at the coffee shop The beats are fresh, they're feeling fine Ex-army automatic blasted down the line Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Learned to speak from a gangster reel Watch 'em murder rob and dope deal Music makes you wanna shout Kicking it live at the carryout Colombians and ye oh think they got it made Chopping 'em out with a chainsaw blade Go down to Limbo, Limbo the law Mama say don't come home no more Ice cool killers copy what they see Welfare cherve lottery fantasy Uzi nine millimeter speak High tide leaves clean money on the beach Society needs boys like this Liberal minds sleep with ease When the shooting starts turn a blind eye Adios to another bad guy Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Since they ain't got no room in the county hole Gonna get wild make like rock 'n' roll Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law Your mama says to tell you, don't come home no more Down the Limbo, Limbo the law |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
"Brasil!"
Stamp your feet and rock your hips, king bandit has returned Shoot out helicopter crash, another six men burn One in nine million loves to play football Hijacked helicopter helped him scale the wall Scipped the hill from rivals who prayed upon the poor He don't sell bananas, wealthy visitors want to score Reigns supreme, the cops say he's no good Selling drugs to feed the poor, to us he's Robin Hood Tourists have an appetite for ganga and cocaine He escaped just in time, supply their needs again Televised lust a traditional rite The sound of music ricochets for three long nights Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat Ring the bell, our hero's back, our benefactor's found At the foot of the hill the police stand their ground Beer flows drums pound, slum and skyscraper meet Revellers dance naked and there's bodies in the street Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat Three months of freedom, a fugitive from the law Got to take him alive, Che martyr no more Bless the little children with nylon football shorts Fly their kites as warning, their King is never caught Socialised by compassion, yeah, crime's his occupation King bandit for president of the Sambadrome nation Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, king bandit's gonna sweat "Socrates Goooaaaallll!!!" |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
Ticket, bought a ticket
Flew in from J.A. and we go ribbit All year holiday, home in the sun Had to find work so I came to England Ticket, that's the ticket Given the sack, we had to pick it Now we're all on the dole and ther's lots of free time Everybody is poor, they blame us for the crime Ticket, that's the a ticket If you carry a purse, someone'll nick it Ticket, bought a ticket Went to football and see them kick it In England the sport has got a bad name (Wembley!) Violent support gonna ruin the game Wicket, we need a wicket When summer come they play cricket Boham is cool, Selectors are spaced England's loosing again, W.U.G. Disgraced Ticket, that's the ticket We'd have too much speed, you have to pick it Imported by sense, sent in the mail Beware of the dog, I got thrown into jail Ticket, I got my ticket Been giving you grief, tell them to stick it Where I go? Tell them Ticket Tell them Tell them Ticket, that's the ticket Tell them Ticket, ticket, ticket Tell them Ticket, ticket, ticket |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
The Messiahs of the milk bar, Hellraisers to the end
Had a drop to many in a toast to all their friends Movie stars and writers are present a to z Now these ain't common people, they're personalities And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh ("yeah, yeah, look at that, yeah...") Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground There's Brendan B and Hunter T, what's a poet got to say Hunter's looking for a story about the IRA And Lenny isn't laughing, he nearly lost his life Transexual from the Transvaal slipped in as his wife It's a star studded scandal, ohoh So raise your glass my friend, ohoh The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end "The rose garden is already littered with my victims..." And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground Bukowski wants to talk, but he's had too much to drink Threw up in the piano 'cause he thought it was the sink Little Richard and Sal Dali singing out of key Both hallucinated, the Sandoz was for free Osbournes at a party, Colin Wilson's on the line Saying, "listen Johnny Baby, that catchphrase is mine" Flynn and Reed in conversation, reowned throughout the land Used a calculator, workout who's the better man Now Errols' got the looks and Ollis' got the strenght One is talking numbers and the others' talking lenght Fatty's feeling frisky, orders more champagne Women run out screaming, "oh no, not again!" And they've all got a story, ohoh Tattle talk from Tinseltown, ohoh Some of them survivors, ohohoh Others gone to ground It's a star studded scandal, ohoh So raise your glass my friend, ohoh The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end The Messiahs of the milk bar, ohohoh Hellraisers to the end |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
She's bugging me again, run to use the phone
Find and rent a hitman from the twilight zone It was good in the beginning, the wife's become a drag Found me a solution in Adventure Mag Five sees as downpayment, it's just a call away Cheaper than some legal fees and they do the job today So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please Viet vets and drifters shell shocked from the hill At the Continental Doc Savage pays the bill Yeah soldiers of fortune but we're not mental giants But mister I must tell you, neither are our clients So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please Did a job in Georgia, money in advance Fingers through the post with chilling nonchalanche I've seen some civil war now, for the cash we took their lives Back here on the homestead rich on peoples wives We're eighties bounty hunters with comical ineptitude Modern cowboy cadres, guns and glory dudes So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check Its mugs night out at the old palais And the girl wants a ride on a saturday Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout As the barman shoves the people out The red light says come on down And streetfights breakout all over town It`s an English custom it`s ceremony I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! I `ve been in Pentonville I`ve been in Battersea I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! We got plenty of sixties slums They said she jumped from floor twenty one It`s empty now but it blocks out the sun Used to be the shape of things to come The children runnin`raggedy breaking the glass Smashing the lights in the underpass Gonna need no flag when they`re seventeen For waiting at someone who looks like the Queen I`ve been in Chinatown I`ve been in Embassy I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Casino Dino and Roulette Len All know my name and back again This alley runs to the farm on the hill Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack Their shadow goes but it soon come back Striking sparks in floods of oil No name no flag for mother soil You can guarantee she`ll burn tonight `Cos England keeps the household white You know it ain`t safe it`s way too early or late The Mets` gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate I ain`t at number 10 I`m at number twenty three B I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Take all the bed box people and the opera lights London town is ours tonight Well it`s over to you and bye from me I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - No.10, Upping St. (1998)
"Say hello to my little friend!!!"
"The guys who last in this business are the guys who fly straight..." "Say hello to my little friend!!!" "Say hello to my little friend!!!" The beats are fre... The the the beats are fre... The the the beats are fre... The the the beats are fresh |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
The horses are on the track
There's a new dance that's going around When the hits start flying, you gotta get down All the young people dance 'round the square That old time groove is really nowhere So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for A dance to the tune of economic decline Is when you do the bottom line Nagging questions always remain Why did it happen, and who was to blame? So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for The horses are on the track They've been doing it down at the zoo And I can show ya, here's what t'do All of the States and over UK Even the Soviets are swinging away So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours The road ahead's clear as a motorway Give us this day our daily breads, and send us on our way Perchance to dream or take a holiday Romeo, oh, Romeo, y'gotta have your say When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to Part 2 |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
"Sit tight and listen keenly while I`ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit"
There`s been a brainwave at the radio station Old idea from the woodstock generation Calling all the kids from across the nation In some it brings out love in others termination Love and unity Don`t worry bout the power we got a generator And publicity Batteries for rent you can pay us later Get your digital watches in synchronization Producer of the shows got a selfish motivation It`s the place to be and we got a location Another gold disc for an album compilation Bring the family Everybodys` welcome there will be no discrimination Take a tip from me In case there`s a problem bring identification C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! Watch me I got it Watch me So the holy smokes are coming we got a confirmation Centre of the city been a major transformation Gandhi got a shock and he took a vacation Check the wild life it`s a real fascination Hope they stay in line Raiders Possy British born but still they`re Jamaican Dailing 999 Salt `n pepper people stirred not shaken C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now Party right now! "Hold it right there" "The white man left me nothing out here but the underworld And that`s were I dance, where do you dance?" The knights of Saint George dressed for aggrovation Heard about the party and they sent a delegation The bulldog crew don`t need no provocation Got a strange idea about the country`s liberation B.A.D. and little Sipho Help keep the peace don`t need no lawbreaker No one can stop the show The promotor didn`t book no undertaker C`mon every beatbox in the place to be C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
If I had my time again
I would do it all the same And not change a single thing Even when I was to blame For the heartache and the pain That I caused throughout my years How I'd love to be your man Through the laughter and the tears Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Now I'm fully grown And I know where it's at Somehow I stayed thin While the other guys got fat All the chances that I've blown And the times that I've been down I didn't get too high Kept my feet on the ground Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here (Man) Yes, yes, delightful, delightful Rush for a change of atmosphere (man again) Mmm, I wish I could sing like that. Not everything's singing, you know The only important thing these days is rhythm and melody, rhythm and melody And of all my friends You've been the best to me Soon will be the day When I repay you handsomely Broken hearts are hard to mend I know, I've had my share But life just carries on Even when I'm not there Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Situation no win Rush for a change of atmosphere I can't go on so I give in Gotta get myself right outta here Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right outta here Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right Gotta get myself right outta here |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Break it on down
Bless you Bless you Oh bless you Bless you Where are you going My beautiful friend Is this the road that We take til the end And if we break down Are we left behind Is this the highway Of all mankind Axis spins so round and round we go Where we're goin no one really knows Here we here we here we here we go Feel the fire way down below CHORUS: Come on and dim the lights (It's party time) Switch on the strobe (Do what you like) We gonna have a ball tonight (Let's have a ball) Down at the Globe (Time to look at ?) Come on dim the lights (Here we here we here we go again) Switch on the strobe (Lookin right ?) Gonna have a ball tonight (All I see is ?) Down at the Globe Get up and clean your teeth and have a shave It's 1am let's go out to a rave One more in before we hit that grave It's hotter than a microwave wave Chorus Where is the failure Not in this land But still you try to Get what you can You know that it's bad but If you insist Here's one more chance now That you just missed Chorus (x3) |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Move my feet
And touch my sole Bass sound drum beat Rock'and roll Just play that music I don't care what key it's in Where it's come from Where it's been Just play that music I don't need to see your face I don't need no autographs I can't play your interviews Can't hear your photographs You don't need to be profound In fact don't speak Just play that sound Just play that music I'll turn on my radio If you've got a great live show Just play that music If it's hitting make it stick Do your job just play music Critics mags and interviews Who cares about bad reviews Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don't have to look the same I keep trying to tell 'em It don't have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell 'em If it's hitting make it stick Do your job just play music If you need an ear to lend I've got the cash to spend Move my feet And touch my sole Bass sound drum beat Rock and roll Just play that music I don't care what key it's in Where it's come from Where it's been Just play that music Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don't have to look the same I keep trying to tell 'em It don't have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell 'em Does it have to be so tame Do I have to twist and shout Do we have to play this game Or be down and out It don't have to look the same I keep trying to tell 'em It don't have to all sound lame I sing the song you sell 'em Just play that music! Just play that music I won't refuse it I'd like to tell ya Just play that music! Stay on that feeling Don't you loose it Stay on the stageing Just play that music! Don't you loose it Just play that music! Some like theYankee sound Just play that music! Sometimes from London town Just play that music! I've seen the that alley ground Just play that music! Sometimes from London town Just play that music! |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
"Good Morning Sodom and Gomorra
Good Morning Sinners No that wasn't your radio set on the bleep again" Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Lotta rockheads on the block Dougie died and Sue got frocked If the stove is hot then I ain't lost And Rosa says my star is crossed Little Jamie writes V. Thirteen Comes in by the door goes out by screen He don't listen to me he knows everything Girls on the avenue ask me to sing Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today The paper drags and folds me down Like a paper cup I fly around I've been eating food that ain't been checked And the Russian rain is beating down my neck Screen blackout on the southern war Cue talk breakdown on point forty four There must be a place the preacher say "I guess" But a drifter will tell you no place is best Shout for all the people who have nothing to say 'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today Was a one off dirt jam when England came good One night in a thousand they've played knock on wood We used to go roamin' go roamin' around When you don't look for something it's sure to be found Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Shout for all the people who have nothing to say 'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today Sodom and Gomorra Let the DJ play 'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today Yes I'm only gone tomorrow and here today "Sodom and Gomorra this is London gov." |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check Its mugs night out at the old palais And the girl wants a ride on a saturday Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout As the barman shoves the people out The red light says come on down And streetfights breakout all over town It`s an English custom it`s ceremony I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! I `ve been in Pentonville I`ve been in Battersea I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! We got plenty of sixties slums They said she jumped from floor twenty one It`s empty now but it blocks out the sun Used to be the shape of things to come The children runnin`raggedy breaking the glass Smashing the lights in the underpass Gonna need no flag when they`re seventeen For waiting at someone who looks like the Queen I`ve been in Chinatown I`ve been in Embassy I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Casino Dino and Roulette Len All know my name and back again This alley runs to the farm on the hill Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack Their shadow goes but it soon come back Striking sparks in floods of oil No name no flag for mother soil You can guarantee she`ll burn tonight `Cos England keeps the household white You know it ain`t safe it`s way too early or late The Mets` gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate I ain`t at number 10 I`m at number twenty three B I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! Take all the bed box people and the opera lights London town is ours tonight Well it`s over to you and bye from me I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C! |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Feelings fly around
Around up in the air Bouncing off the walls Getting under my hair On the carpet in the weave Up in trees on the leaves Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today Feelings flying around Around up in the air Out in the hall And sitting in my chair I've seen them on the train Coming down with the rain Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today Feelings flying around Around up in the air Some are really small They come from over there Hard to ignore I see them all the more Feelings flying everywhere I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today I'm on the right track For what I want to say I got to get it out There ain't no other way To make contact There ain't no getting away From how I feel today |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know Didn't think that you could get So much from a picture show Man dies first reel People ask what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be Don't like no aborigine Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Took a trip in Powis Square Pop star dyed his hair No fans to scream and shout When mobsters came to flush him out Gangland slaying underground New identity must be found On the left bank for a while Insanity Bohemian style Ritual ideas relativety Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Met a dwarf that was no good Dressed like little Red Riding Hood Bad habit taking life Calling card a six inch knife Ran off really fast Mumbled something 'bout the past Best sex I've ever seen As if each moment was the last Drops of blood color slide Funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead Gets to take the funeral ride Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Space guy fell from the sky Scratched my head and wondered why Time slide into time Across international dateline Scientist eats bubblegum Hall of fame baseball Senators a Hoodlum Big chiefs in the hall Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Stray thoughts fear to tread Placed upon the screen instead she's my flame too hot to hold Had to settle for her cold Blood lust, Greek God, Gold discovery Gone bust, Tight wad, Slow recovery Axe job, Flame thrower, Ironbar and gun Betting shop, New owner, A walk in the sun Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Spread the news the Maestros back With a beat - box soundtrack The King of brains - Queen of the sack' Executives have heart attack It's assault course celluloid The money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed Center of the universe Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Ritual ideas relativety Only buildings no people prophecy Timeslide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By M. JONES, D. LETTS, D. DONOVAN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - Super Hits (1999)
Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah! Covered wagon, medicine show Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho Weak in spirit, we got the juice Won't save your soul, it'll shine your shoes, oh Treated king to kangaroo Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho Don't be fooled by imitation This is the stuff that cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains, too Never stopped long, just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho In India, we're all the rave Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho Dropped in the sea just off Japan Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh Immunity from ridicule Improves your brains if you're a fool, oh-ho And I read in the Middle East Traded some for a hostage release Now if you`re bald, it'll give you hair If you've got straight trousers, it'll give you flares Feeling up, you'll get depressed Out of style, here's a brand new dress, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out! Turn him around! Turn around! Turn him around! Turn around! (Laughing) I'm innocent of anything! You making some kind of joke? Oh, no. (Laughing) I don't think it's nice, you laughing. The stuff we sell is just the best Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho Days of heaven, nights of sin Voodoo stick and shark's fin When all around you seems like hell Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho Multi-purpose in a jar If you ain't ill it'll fix your car In days of yore, for all bad feelings Washing socks and stripping ceilings Nowadays, it's used medicinally For all known human malady, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho... Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez... ...known as the Rat... ...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed. Duck, you sucker! (Gunfire) I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! (Gunfire & yelling) (Laughing to fade) |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah! Covered wagon, medicine show Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho Weak in spirit, we got the juice Won't save your soul, it'll shine your shoes, oh Treated king to kangaroo Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho Don't be fooled by imitation This is the stuff that cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains, too Never stopped long, just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho In India, we're all the rave Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho Dropped in the sea just off Japan Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh Immunity from ridicule Improves your brains if you're a fool, oh-ho And I read in the Middle East Traded some for a hostage release Now if you`re bald, it'll give you hair If you've got straight trousers, it'll give you flares Feeling up, you'll get depressed Out of style, here's a brand new dress, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out! Turn him around! Turn around! Turn him around! Turn around! (Laughing) I'm innocent of anything! You making some kind of joke? Oh, no. (Laughing) I don't think it's nice, you laughing. The stuff we sell is just the best Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho Days of heaven, nights of sin Voodoo stick and shark's fin When all around you seems like hell Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho Multi-purpose in a jar If you ain't ill it'll fix your car In days of yore, for all bad feelings Washing socks and stripping ceilings Nowadays, it's used medicinally For all known human malady, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho... Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez... ...known as the Rat... ...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed. Duck, you sucker! (Gunfire) I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! (Gunfire & yelling) (Laughing to fade) |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
On the Ginza Strip the 100th building on the 100th floor
Dream team life enhancing behind the 100th door Sukiyaki carried me to this place Have to hari kari if ever I lose face Western girls at Lexington Queen Are the prettiest girls I've ever seen I'd gladly part with hard earned Yen Just so I could be with them Chainsmoking at the Singalong Bar Werged into the Subway Car Heat up some more rice wine Somebody just jumped on the line Robots have run amok on the factory floor Been 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai Western ways, baseball games, apple pie Though some will say we imitate Produce the goods at a cheaper rate Faster too reduced in size Our ingenuitys' realised I had to grab a massage cab I left my briefcase at the lab Godzilla ate the bullet train Won't see Kyoto ever again Now Papa jumped the gun back in '41 Following the flag of the rising sun When Tojo did the Mojo, he was downed in flames U.S. Destroyer and kamikaze plan The West don't learn from history Doomed to repeat it endlessly We put the past on to Fuji And we erase it totally, yeah Soon, we'll be known as Great Japan Just like they do in Great Britain Spelt microchip and solid state The things that made this country great Sony |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know Didn't think that you could get So much from a picture show Man dies first reel People ask what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be Don't like no aborigine Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Took a trip in Powis Square Pop star dyed his hair No fans to scream and shout When mobsters came to flush him out Gangland slaying underground New identity must be found On the left bank for a while Insanity Bohemian style Ritual ideas relativety Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Met a dwarf that was no good Dressed like little Red Riding Hood Bad habit taking life Calling card a six inch knife Ran off really fast Mumbled something 'bout the past Best sex I've ever seen As if each moment was the last Drops of blood color slide Funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead Gets to take the funeral ride Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Space guy fell from the sky Scratched my head and wondered why Time slide into time Across international dateline Scientist eats bubblegum Hall of fame baseball Senators a Hoodlum Big chiefs in the hall Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Stray thoughts fear to tread Placed upon the screen instead she's my flame too hot to hold Had to settle for her cold Blood lust, Greek God, Gold discovery Gone bust, Tight wad, Slow recovery Axe job, Flame thrower, Ironbar and gun Betting shop, New owner, A walk in the sun Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Spread the news the Maestros back With a beat - box soundtrack The King of brains - Queen of the sack' Executives have heart attack It's assault course celluloid The money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed Center of the universe Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings no people prophecy Time slide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery Ritual ideas relativety Only buildings no people prophecy Timeslide place to hide nudge reality Foresight minds wide magic imagery ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By M. JONES, D. LETTS, D. DONOVAN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
The horses are on the track
There's a new dance that's going around When the hits start flying, you gotta get down All the young people dance 'round the square That old time groove is really nowhere So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for A dance to the tune of economic decline Is when you do the bottom line Nagging questions always remain Why did it happen, and who was to blame? So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for The horses are on the track They've been doing it down at the zoo And I can show ya, here's what t'do All of the States and over UK Even the Soviets are swinging away So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours The road ahead's clear as a motorway Give us this day our daily breads, and send us on our way Perchance to dream or take a holiday Romeo, oh, Romeo, y'gotta have your say When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to Part 2 |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle
Jungle's in a cage Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands Trouble in the homelands makes front page Zu-zu-lu come out to play Bongo drums said today Front page caption read like this Natives dress as terrorists Tribal war a perfect plan for the one that damned the land Since that ain't you or me tribal war continually Powdered milk for malnutrition send us some more ammunition Never mind the ivory trade, let's go plant a hand granade Thank you boss for Red Cross Apreciate good will No no no, stomach for our loss Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill I-I-I`d rally round the flag Rally round the flag, but we got so many I guess that's why, why you act Like we ain't got any Tarzan has come home again, heard the news diamond vein Had to split no room to swing, Sun City wanted him to sing Easy to see no unity, masses ruled by minority When these guys come on the scene, ruined a good blues party "I know I've heard the tune before" I thought as I was kicked through the door Something 'bout admission fee But I was sure, house belong to me They told us to go in stereo Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow Egged on by TV cameraman Someone called the teargas van White knight write our wrongs, lyrics for the protest song Number one top of the charts, rock 'n' roll bleeding hearts They offer us a special patch, knew there had to be a catch Family tree pulled at the root, they still bear that old strange fruit Plenty reason, plenty reason to be gum Living by the gun down in a slum Stake your claim blow by blow Saw my pals go flying through the window Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle Jungle's in a cage Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands Trouble in the homelands, bosses in a rage I know mister if it was you, it would be cut down like a flower Some things never change, corporate crime gets free range Only out for personal gain, grab the land and sieze the power What's all this about big game, don`t you know the lions tame? |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
Listening to a metal music prank that leads straight to the bank
Each grunt and groan took literally some tired old rock star's fantasy Suburbia is such a drag, bargain nightmares in a bag Newspapers sell disaster and sin, and when the dustorm comes they say the Devil rides in Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Burnt out case from the neighborhood, converge one night deep in the wood The bat from hell arrived that night to make that picnic outtasite Satanic rights to a tune they knew well to make the party rock like hell Hold tight the ride begins, macho men with pimply skin Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Come fly with me, talk to the trees, the duststorm doesn't always please That's the gamble inside your head, let's play something else instead Hide and seek for a shock, I can see right through that rock Bang, you're dead the shit is real, someones scored a bum deal Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Teenage shrinks are all confused at the spread of drug abuse Meanwhile down at the games arcade the latest candies are displayed Guess what our kids got really cheap, the stuff that puts the elephants to sleep Not paradise but blown to hell, they took their sabbath tapes as well Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
Heard the news about the scare in the underwear
Population's getting thin, forget the bomb, its carnal sin, yeah Marriage up, divorce is down, no one wants to fuck around Save the rose, reject romance, Micky Mouse don't drop his pants Now to sexual relations better take a wife Now that sex is death, better lead a boring life No time for social kissing, you'll hardly raise a smile When you think what you'll be missing, iron undies back in style Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no Seems like only yesterday, cocaine and extasy Run around and jump on anything you see A marriage of convenience, saw a doctor went abroad Saved up a few pennies, ran the weelchair down to Lourdes Now handsome is as handsome does and I did it everywhere Before the current era I didn't have a care Bloodstream destination, megavitamin therapy Artificial insemination, D.I.Y. vasectomy Oh spaceman, junkfood Dallas, the 20th century Two World Wars, a Great Depression, this must be Germ War III Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no No need for alimony 'cause no one wants to split Leisure times a gamble, but jogging keeps you fit Now I packed my bags for China, join the yellow race Nostradamus had a theory, they're inheriting the place Blamed it on the Haliens, C.I.A, and KGB A.R.C. light a shining down on monogamy New date really hard, promiscure? Change your views Unless you got a health card, take a tip from Howard Hughes Oh Trocadero transfer, I-Beam closet scene Cat and mouse with the press, expose celebrity Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no The tramp of time continues, en masse to wedding bells But they haven't made no breakthrough to helper T. white cells Wholesale Hyper wipe out, technology against the pest Put away those etchings, sorry baby no contest Notches and phone numbers, collection flesh as pelts Stealing cancers thunder, blows below the belt Oh don't it make you wonder 'bout how the cards are dealt Holy cow Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can`t trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite (1986)
(Go ahead London)
Bad life, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home my woman won't leave me alone And that's bad, so bad So I walked out of the door and it seemed worse than before And that's bad, so bad And the thought occurred to me, how come that everything you see Is so bad, so bad But before I realised, hit by a truck and paralyzed And that's bad, so bad A golden opportunity claim my insurance policy Hmmmmm... so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV go goggle-eyed See a horror movie get petrified Go dye your hair use peroxide Smoke a spliff get red eye Hitler wanted to commit genocide To the allied powers he notified Went into Poland, the place he occupied They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on RawHide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake it's got to be rectified Jesus Christ got crucified So the Empire Rome could get gratified These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy) From the dancefloor I can see decadent society And that's bad,so bad As diverse as it could be, it's still cold and empty And that's bad, so bad There's the floor, that's the score You don't like it, there's the door And that's bad, so bad Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay And that's bad, so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Bad) (Crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Do it, do it, do it Got to modify your wheels if you want a low ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud well amplified Each selection bona-fide Hawaii 5.0 deals with homicide On the slab the victims get mortified Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried Others like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy is on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Poor people got no money but they got their pride Cop on wheels is Ironside East, sleep, work, cheap, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to RawHide (RawHide) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) This is so fucking bad |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah! Covered wagon, medicine show Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho Weak in spirit, we got the juice Won't save your soul, it'll shine your shoes, oh Treated king to kangaroo Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho Don't be fooled by imitation This is the stuff that cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains, too Never stopped long, just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho In India, we're all the rave Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho Dropped in the sea just off Japan Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh Immunity from ridicule Improves your brains if you're a fool, oh-ho And I read in the Middle East Traded some for a hostage release Now if you`re bald, it'll give you hair If you've got straight trousers, it'll give you flares Feeling up, you'll get depressed Out of style, here's a brand new dress, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out! Turn him around! Turn around! Turn him around! Turn around! (Laughing) I'm innocent of anything! You making some kind of joke? Oh, no. (Laughing) I don't think it's nice, you laughing. The stuff we sell is just the best Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho Days of heaven, nights of sin Voodoo stick and shark's fin When all around you seems like hell Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho Multi-purpose in a jar If you ain't ill it'll fix your car In days of yore, for all bad feelings Washing socks and stripping ceilings Nowadays, it's used medicinally For all known human malady, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho... Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez... ...known as the Rat... ...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed. Duck, you sucker! (Gunfire) I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! (Gunfire & yelling) (Laughing to fade) |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
On the Ginza Strip the 100th building on the 100th floor
Dream team life enhancing behind the 100th door Sukiyaki carried me to this place Have to hari kari if ever I lose face Western girls at Lexington Queen Are the prettiest girls I've ever seen I'd gladly part with hard earned Yen Just so I could be with them Chainsmoking at the Singalong Bar Werged into the Subway Car Heat up some more rice wine Somebody just jumped on the line Robots have run amok on the factory floor Been 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai Western ways, baseball games, apple pie Though some will say we imitate Produce the goods at a cheaper rate Faster too reduced in size Our ingenuitys' realised I had to grab a massage cab I left my briefcase at the lab Godzilla ate the bullet train Won't see Kyoto ever again Now Papa jumped the gun back in '41 Following the flag of the rising sun When Tojo did the Mojo, he was downed in flames U.S. Destroyer and kamikaze plan The West don't learn from history Doomed to repeat it endlessly We put the past on to Fuji And we erase it totally, yeah Soon, we'll be known as Great Japan Just like they do in Great Britain Spelt microchip and solid state The things that made this country great Sony |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Why don't you play the tune now?
I don't like music. Come on you little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty. Somebody I never met but in a way I know Didn't think that you could get so much from a picture show Man dies first reel People ask what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be Don't like no aborigine Took a trip in Powis Square Pop star dyed his hair No fans to scream and shout When mobsters came to flush him out Gangland slaying underground New identity must be found On the left bank for a while Insanity Bohemian style Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Met a dwarf that was no good Dressed like little Red Riding Hood Bad habit taking life Calling card a six-inch knife Ran off really fast Mumbled something 'bout the past Best sex I've ever seen As if each moment was the last Drops of blood, colour slide Funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead Gets to take the funeral ride Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-oh, oh-ho, oh-ho You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business. I like a bit of a cavort. I don't answer solicitor's letters. I apply a bit of pressure. Space guy fell from the sky Scratched my head and wondered why Time slides into time Across international dateline Scientist eats bubblegum Hall of fame, baseball Senator's a hoodlum Big chiefs in the hall Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Stray thoughts fear to tread Placed upon the screen instead She's my flame too hot to hold Had to settle for her cold Bloodlust, Greek god, gold discovery Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun Betting shop, new owner, a walk in the sun Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Spread the news: the Maestro's back With a beat-box soundtrack The King of brains - Queen of the sack Executives have heart attack It's assault course celluloid The money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed Centre of the universe Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho ... |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
The horses are on the track
There's a new dance that's going around When the hits start flying, you gotta get down All the young people dance 'round the square That old time groove is really nowhere So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for A dance to the tune of economic decline Is when you do the bottom line Nagging questions always remain Why did it happen, and who was to blame? So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for The horses are on the track They've been doing it down at the zoo And I can show ya, here's what t'do All of the States and over UK Even the Soviets are swinging away So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours The road ahead's clear as a motorway Give us this day our daily breads, and send us on our way Perchance to dream or take a holiday Romeo, oh, Romeo, y'gotta have your say When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to Part 2 |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle
Jungle's in a cage Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands Trouble in the homelands makes front page Zu-zu-lu come out to play Bongo drums said today Front page caption read like this Natives dress as terrorists Tribal war a perfect plan for the one that damned the land Since that ain't you or me tribal war continually Powdered milk for malnutrition send us some more ammunition Never mind the ivory trade, let's go plant a hand granade Thank you boss for Red Cross Apreciate good will No no no, stomach for our loss Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill I-I-I`d rally round the flag Rally round the flag, but we got so many I guess that's why, why you act Like we ain't got any Tarzan has come home again, heard the news diamond vein Had to split no room to swing, Sun City wanted him to sing Easy to see no unity, masses ruled by minority When these guys come on the scene, ruined a good blues party "I know I've heard the tune before" I thought as I was kicked through the door Something 'bout admission fee But I was sure, house belong to me They told us to go in stereo Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow Egged on by TV cameraman Someone called the teargas van White knight write our wrongs, lyrics for the protest song Number one top of the charts, rock 'n' roll bleeding hearts They offer us a special patch, knew there had to be a catch Family tree pulled at the root, they still bear that old strange fruit Plenty reason, plenty reason to be gum Living by the gun down in a slum Stake your claim blow by blow Saw my pals go flying through the window Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle Jungle's in a cage Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands Trouble in the homelands, bosses in a rage I know mister if it was you, it would be cut down like a flower Some things never change, corporate crime gets free range Only out for personal gain, grab the land and sieze the power What's all this about big game, don`t you know the lions tame? |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Listening to a metal music prank that leads straight to the bank
Each grunt and groan took literally some tired old rock star's fantasy Suburbia is such a drag, bargain nightmares in a bag Newspapers sell disaster and sin, and when the dustorm comes they say the Devil rides in Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Burnt out case from the neighborhood, converge one night deep in the wood The bat from hell arrived that night to make that picnic outtasite Satanic rights to a tune they knew well to make the party rock like hell Hold tight the ride begins, macho men with pimply skin Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Come fly with me, talk to the trees, the duststorm doesn't always please That's the gamble inside your head, let's play something else instead Hide and seek for a shock, I can see right through that rock Bang, you're dead the shit is real, someones scored a bum deal Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact Teenage shrinks are all confused at the spread of drug abuse Meanwhile down at the games arcade the latest candies are displayed Guess what our kids got really cheap, the stuff that puts the elephants to sleep Not paradise but blown to hell, they took their sabbath tapes as well Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Heard the news about the scare in the underwear
Population's getting thin, forget the bomb, its carnal sin, yeah Marriage up, divorce is down, no one wants to fuck around Save the rose, reject romance, Micky Mouse don't drop his pants Now to sexual relations better take a wife Now that sex is death, better lead a boring life No time for social kissing, you'll hardly raise a smile When you think what you'll be missing, iron undies back in style Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no Seems like only yesterday, cocaine and extasy Run around and jump on anything you see A marriage of convenience, saw a doctor went abroad Saved up a few pennies, ran the weelchair down to Lourdes Now handsome is as handsome does and I did it everywhere Before the current era I didn't have a care Bloodstream destination, megavitamin therapy Artificial insemination, D.I.Y. vasectomy Oh spaceman, junkfood Dallas, the 20th century Two World Wars, a Great Depression, this must be Germ War III Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no No need for alimony 'cause no one wants to split Leisure times a gamble, but jogging keeps you fit Now I packed my bags for China, join the yellow race Nostradamus had a theory, they're inheriting the place Blamed it on the Haliens, C.I.A, and KGB A.R.C. light a shining down on monogamy New date really hard, promiscure? Change your views Unless you got a health card, take a tip from Howard Hughes Oh Trocadero transfer, I-Beam closet scene Cat and mouse with the press, expose celebrity Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no The tramp of time continues, en masse to wedding bells But they haven't made no breakthrough to helper T. white cells Wholesale Hyper wipe out, technology against the pest Put away those etchings, sorry baby no contest Notches and phone numbers, collection flesh as pelts Stealing cancers thunder, blows below the belt Oh don't it make you wonder 'bout how the cards are dealt Holy cow Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can`t trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
(Go ahead London)
Bad life, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home my woman won't leave me alone And that's bad, so bad So I walked out of the door and it seemed worse than before And that's bad, so bad And the thought occurred to me, how come that everything you see Is so bad, so bad But before I realised, hit by a truck and paralyzed And that's bad, so bad A golden opportunity claim my insurance policy Hmmmmm... so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV go goggle-eyed See a horror movie get petrified Go dye your hair use peroxide Smoke a spliff get red eye Hitler wanted to commit genocide To the allied powers he notified Went into Poland, the place he occupied They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on RawHide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake it's got to be rectified Jesus Christ got crucified So the Empire Rome could get gratified These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy) From the dancefloor I can see decadent society And that's bad,so bad As diverse as it could be, it's still cold and empty And that's bad, so bad There's the floor, that's the score You don't like it, there's the door And that's bad, so bad Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay And that's bad, so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Bad) (Crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Do it, do it, do it Got to modify your wheels if you want a low ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud well amplified Each selection bona-fide Hawaii 5.0 deals with homicide On the slab the victims get mortified Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried Others like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy is on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Poor people got no money but they got their pride Cop on wheels is Ironside East, sleep, work, cheap, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to RawHide (RawHide) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) This is so fucking bad |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah! Covered wagon, medicine show Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho Weak in spirit, we got the juice Won't save your soul, it'll shine your shoes, oh Treated king to kangaroo Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho Don't be fooled by imitation This is the stuff that cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains, too Never stopped long, just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho In India, we're all the rave Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho Dropped in the sea just off Japan Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh Immunity from ridicule Improves your brains if you're a fool, oh-ho And I read in the Middle East Traded some for a hostage release Now if you`re bald, it'll give you hair If you've got straight trousers, it'll give you flares Feeling up, you'll get depressed Out of style, here's a brand new dress, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out! Turn him around! Turn around! Turn him around! Turn around! (Laughing) I'm innocent of anything! You making some kind of joke? Oh, no. (Laughing) I don't think it's nice, you laughing. The stuff we sell is just the best Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho Days of heaven, nights of sin Voodoo stick and shark's fin When all around you seems like hell Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho Multi-purpose in a jar If you ain't ill it'll fix your car In days of yore, for all bad feelings Washing socks and stripping ceilings Nowadays, it's used medicinally For all known human malady, oh It was really vile weather When we got tarred and feathered You could hear the six-guns sound As they chased us out of town Whoa-ho... Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez... ...known as the Rat... ...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed. Duck, you sucker! (Gunfire) I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges! (Gunfire & yelling) (Laughing to fade) |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Why don't you play the tune now?
I don't like music. Come on you little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty. Somebody I never met but in a way I know Didn't think that you could get so much from a picture show Man dies first reel People ask what's the deal? This ain't how it's supposed to be Don't like no aborigine Took a trip in Powis Square Pop star dyed his hair No fans to scream and shout When mobsters came to flush him out Gangland slaying underground New identity must be found On the left bank for a while Insanity Bohemian style Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Met a dwarf that was no good Dressed like little Red Riding Hood Bad habit taking life Calling card a six-inch knife Ran off really fast Mumbled something 'bout the past Best sex I've ever seen As if each moment was the last Drops of blood, colour slide Funeral for his bride But it's him who's really dead Gets to take the funeral ride Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-oh, oh-ho, oh-ho You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business. I like a bit of a cavort. I don't answer solicitor's letters. I apply a bit of pressure. Space guy fell from the sky Scratched my head and wondered why Time slides into time Across international dateline Scientist eats bubblegum Hall of fame, baseball Senator's a hoodlum Big chiefs in the hall Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Stray thoughts fear to tread Placed upon the screen instead She's my flame too hot to hold Had to settle for her cold Bloodlust, Greek god, gold discovery Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun Betting shop, new owner, a walk in the sun Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho Spread the news: the Maestro's back With a beat-box soundtrack The King of brains - Queen of the sack Executives have heart attack It's assault course celluloid The money makers would avoid Sometimes notions get reversed Centre of the universe Ritual ideas relativity Only buildings, no people prophecy Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho ... |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
The horses are on the track
There's a new dance that's going around When the hits start flying, you gotta get down All the young people dance 'round the square That old time groove is really nowhere So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for A dance to the tune of economic decline Is when you do the bottom line Nagging questions always remain Why did it happen, and who was to blame? So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for The horses are on the track They've been doing it down at the zoo And I can show ya, here's what t'do All of the States and over UK Even the Soviets are swinging away So when you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours The road ahead's clear as a motorway Give us this day our daily breads, and send us on our way Perchance to dream or take a holiday Romeo, oh, Romeo, y'gotta have your say When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Don't know what you're waiting for When you reach the bottom line The only thing t'do is climb Pick yourself up off the floor Anything y'want is yours I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to I'm gonna take ya to Part 2 |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Listening to a metal music prank that leads straight to the bank
Each grunt and groan took literally some tired old rock star's fantasy Suburbia is such a drag, bargain nightmares in a bag Newspapers sell disaster and sin, and when the dust storm comes they say the Devil rides in Party down, eat your friend, be |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
Heard the news about the scare in the underwear
Population's getting thin, forget the bomb, its carnal sin, yeah Marriage up, divorce is down, no one wants to fuck around Save the rose, reject romance, Micky Mouse don't drop his pants Now to sexual relations better take a wife Now that sex is death, better lead a boring life No time for social kissing, you'll hardly raise a smile When you think what you'll be missing, iron undies back in style Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no Seems like only yesterday, cocaine and extasy Run around and jump on anything you see A marriage of convenience, saw a doctor went abroad Saved up a few pennies, ran the weelchair down to Lourdes Now handsome is as handsome does and I did it everywhere Before the current era I didn't have a care Bloodstream destination, megavitamin therapy Artificial insemination, D.I.Y. vasectomy Oh spaceman, junkfood Dallas, the 20th century Two World Wars, a Great Depression, this must be Germ War III Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no No need for alimony 'cause no one wants to split Leisure times a gamble, but jogging keeps you fit Now I packed my bags for China, join the yellow race Nostradamus had a theory, they're inheriting the place Blamed it on the Haliens, C.I.A, and KGB A.R.C. light a shining down on monogamy New date really hard, promiscure? Change your views Unless you got a health card, take a tip from Howard Hughes Oh Trocadero transfer, I-Beam closet scene Cat and mouse with the press, expose celebrity Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again No no no The tramp of time continues, en masse to wedding bells But they haven't made no breakthrough to helper T. white cells Wholesale Hyper wipe out, technology against the pest Put away those etchings, sorry baby no contest Notches and phone numbers, collection flesh as pelts Stealing cancers thunder, blows below the belt Oh don't it make you wonder 'bout how the cards are dealt Holy cow Now where did it start and where will it end? Be nice to the wife, can`t trust your friends Masculine natural nowadays can offend Never gonna fall in love again |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
(Go ahead London)
Bad life, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home my woman won't leave me alone And that's bad, so bad So I walked out of the door and it seemed worse than before And that's bad, so bad And the thought occurred to me, how come that everything you see Is so bad, so bad But before I realised, hit by a truck and paralyzed And that's bad, so bad A golden opportunity claim my insurance policy Hmmmmm... so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV go goggle-eyed See a horror movie get petrified Go dye your hair use peroxide Smoke a spliff get red eye Hitler wanted to commit genocide To the allied powers he notified Went into Poland, the place he occupied They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on RawHide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake it's got to be rectified Jesus Christ got crucified So the Empire Rome could get gratified These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy) From the dancefloor I can see decadent society And that's bad,so bad As diverse as it could be, it's still cold and empty And that's bad, so bad There's the floor, that's the score You don't like it, there's the door And that's bad, so bad Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay And that's bad, so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Bad) (Crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Do it, do it, do it Got to modify your wheels if you want a low ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud well amplified Each selection bona-fide Hawaii 5.0 deals with homicide On the slab the victims get mortified Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried Others like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy is on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Poor people got no money but they got their pride Cop on wheels is Ironside East, sleep, work, cheap, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to RawHide (RawHide) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) This is so fucking bad |
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from Big Audio Dynamite - This Is Big Audio Dynamite [Legacy Edition] (1985)
(Go ahead London)
Bad life, Bad language Bad news, Bad When I'm at home my woman won't leave me alone And that's bad, so bad So I walked out of the door and it seemed worse than before And that's bad, so bad And the thought occurred to me, how come that everything you see Is so bad, so bad But before I realised, hit by a truck and paralyzed And that's bad, so bad A golden opportunity claim my insurance policy Hmmmmm... so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Go ahead London) (Crazy) Watch TV go goggle-eyed See a horror movie get petrified Go dye your hair use peroxide Smoke a spliff get red eye Hitler wanted to commit genocide To the allied powers he notified Went into Poland, the place he occupied They all had a war and millions died Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on RawHide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake it's got to be rectified Jesus Christ got crucified So the Empire Rome could get gratified These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy) From the dancefloor I can see decadent society And that's bad,so bad As diverse as it could be, it's still cold and empty And that's bad, so bad There's the floor, that's the score You don't like it, there's the door And that's bad, so bad Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay And that's bad, so bad These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Bad) (Crazy) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Do it, do it, do it Got to modify your wheels if you want a low ride On the windscreen says tax applied Play your music loud well amplified Each selection bona-fide Hawaii 5.0 deals with homicide On the slab the victims get mortified Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried Others like a Big Mac and French Fries Nation's economy is on a downward slide On the best course of action no one can decide Company cheques got to be verified Poor people got no money but they got their pride Cop on wheels is Ironside East, sleep, work, cheap, nine to five Reagan won in a landslide Which brings us back to RawHide (RawHide) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) These are the things that make me bad (Make me bad) (Crazy, crazy) (Go ahead London) (Crazy, crazy) These are the things that drive me crazy (Crazy, crazy, crazy) This is so fucking bad |
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