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You don’t know what it’s been like
Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You look like Jesus on an aeroplane Ya head’s against the window pane You got opinions but you ain’t got news You got good laughs but when it suits you You turn it on like a leaking tap Dripping dropping people drop of a hat You gotta mouth but you ain’t got guts That drunken mouth you should keep it shut You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you Superman on an aeroplane Sitting next to Lois Lane You got that woman but you want her gone So you can sleep with a teenage blonde You wear a mask, wear an armoured suit Can’t get to you with the gun I shoot Ya play your cards close to your chest Because ya poker face is a dreary mess You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you ... You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you You don’t know what it’s been like Meeting someone like you Meeting someone like you....... Meeting someone like... ah ah ah aah... ooh.. Superman on an aeroplane Sitting next to Lois Lane You got that woman but you want her gone So you can fuck a teenage blonde You turn it on like a leaking tap Dripping dropping people drop of a hat You gotta mouth but you ain’t got guts That drunken mouth you should keep it shut |
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| 2. |
| 4:01 |
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Doorman you got an attitude
Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You’d like nothing more than to break my face No rhythm no reason no colour or race You’d like to throw me out on the street It ain’t my fault you can’t read You look like a monkey scowling at me Well suck my banana, suck it with cream ‘Cause all I wanna do Is get closer to you ‘Cause all I wanna do Is make a mess out of you Promotion for you is to stamp my wrist If you’re a good boy ya get the guest list Ya don’t listen, don’t think, no mind of your own Your job is prevention, but you just provoke ‘Cause all I wanna do Is get closer to you ‘Cause all I wanna do Is make a mess out of you Yeah eh yeah yeah ... ‘Cause all I wanna do Is get closer to you ‘Cause all I wanna do Is make a mess out of you ...x2 |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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Standing at the bus stop with my shopping
in my hands when I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly you can hear them in the school yard scrap yard chip shop phone box in the pool hall at the shoe stall every corner turned around it started with a school girl who was running running home to her mam and dad told them she was playing in the change room of her local football side they said tell us again so she told them again they said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe cause he taught our steve he even trained me taught uncle john who's father of three but it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees you see it in the class room in the swimming pool where the matchstick men are made at the scouts hall at the football where the wise we trust are paid they all honour his name he did a lot for the game he got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they are ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees wake up and smell the rain shake up he's back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday his growing seeds don't believe why he's been away in the school yard change room playing fields bathroom phone box office blocks corner turned around they keep doubting the flame tossing the blame got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates but now they're ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge it takes one tree to make a thousand matches it only takes one match to burn A thousand trees |
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| 4. |
| 4:46 |
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Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no
Make my day Do you feel lucky? Oh no Tomorrow's another day Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no Turn water into wine? Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no Can you tell me another lie? So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no I need another line Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no Can I tell you what's inside? So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Stop the car there baby! Oh no You can't handle the truth So what's the point then lady? Oh no If ya can't stand to play and lose So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Bye bye Angel Be my Devil |
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| 5. |
| 5:32 |
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You line them up, look at your shoes,
You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me, Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground, Are you so lonely? you don't even know me, But you'd like to stone me, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, I used to treat you right, give you my time, But when I turned my back on you, Then you do what you do, You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you really know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you even know? Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. Mr. Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home. |
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| 3:21 |
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Gotta get in on the scene hun?
Voice activate machine Got ya hair in a haircut You gotta fill up the dream You got ya finger on the pulse babe You got your rock n roll on? You wanna screw driver too now I hear they're fun on You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now Activate your sweet voice babe Let your world come out You get ya head off the chopping block And get ya ouija board out You got ya rubber on a pencil In case you make a mistake I hope you got it all down babe I'd hate to think you're a fake You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now And push... You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now You got it all this side up But you ain't got it down Push the pedal now You got it all this side up But you ain't got it Push |
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| 3:16 |
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I got a royal flush
I gotta ten bob in my pocket for luck Just another crush I got my head read in the shed once again My friend Inside, outside, upside, downside See my face wanna take me home I missed you sister, shake your pistol Hear my voice on your telephone Just another lush I got my ten green bottles In my pocket for luck In another rut Get your deadhead In the shed once again My friend Inside, outside, upside, downside See my face wanna take me home I missed you sister, shake your pistol Hear my voice on your telephone ... Inside, outside, upside, downside See my face wanna take me home I missed you sister, shake your pistol Hear my voice on your telephone Cigarette burning, got an opal ring Dirty magazine turning, you’re a bird who sings Sleeping on a shag pile, sleeping on me Sleeping like an angel watching over me |
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| 4:24 |
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I've been down and
I'm wondering why These little black clouds Keep walking around With me With me It wastes time And I'd rather be high Think I'll walk me outside And buy a rainbow smile But be free They're all free So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home I look around at a beautiful life Been the upperside of down Been the inside of out But we breathe We breathe I wanna breeze and an open mind I wanna swim in the ocean Wanna take my time for me All me So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home |
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we wait to wake to get a ride in the rain
buy a ticket they can check we can claim so we don't spend what's our own for a seat a place to stop a green light a red cross they run around naked doing old things like the ones before wait for a break so you can take a little something that'll make your next break come along a little quicker than the one before wait for an answer spy a sweet dancer as she walks from the door of the hall wish you waited for your wedding vows so hurry up and wait but what's worth waiting for? we wait to get warm the car starts from cold stall to make a first move magazines made the rules to make us lose wait for your dream man the house you could both plan the car in the sales ad the wet dream with the man you wished that you had a watched pot never boils sugars seconds to dissolve see your appetite lost foods relevance is lost inside so hurry up and wait but what's worth waiting for? so join the queue me and you wait in line it takes our time to be satisfied |
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Mary Mary where you been
You've been out all night You ain't got no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the place Where the fire flies glow' Had to slap my white face Pull my head from the clouds And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But ya bring me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night She's been married not once Not twice, but three And that's the livin' lovin' woman I want me to be There were pictures and paintings Of freaks like me So I drank with my devil For my company Had to slap my white face Pull my head from my clouds And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But ya bringing me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night Good morning I missed ya But ya bringing me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night |
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So it started with the immigration information bore
You gotta know Gambling floor, then to the S T U D I O 54 You gotta go Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas So parted at the ground floor, front door, car hire room for four We gotta go Rambling slow then to the LA marquis all the imitation folk We gotta go. Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride L A S Vegas Leave Leave Leave Leave Now we're leaving L A S Vegas two times Crazy horse too spent us dry Vietnam vet taxi ride Come again we'll make you fly Vietnam vet taxi ride Crazy horse too spent us dry L A S Vegas two times |
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I'm looking good, got my shoulders back, A few more drinks, I'm up to dance, I get the eye as I lift my glass, the first time in six months, She looks again I start to shake, My shoulders twitching, I'm on my way, I glance behind me for safety sake, To see a clock the size of a plane, The night is young more fish in the sea, Who's to say she wasn't looking at me? I sink my head back into my glass, Get into shape for that first dance, I turn away, I look to the south, I pull my foot from out of my mouth, To my surprise she's standing beside me Asking if I'd like to dance. I'm standing in a hall of smoke, Her tongues in my mouth, I'd love to choke, Her knight approaches us on foot, He left his side kick at the brook. He offered me a cigarette I said I'm far too young to smoke, So he tried to entertain me, Told me one more crappy... Joke in my ear, except the joke wasn't clear, Set the joking aside should I run? should I hide? Decided to stay, rub it straight in his face, What he thought was the case was an easy mistake. I'd just like to try some carrot cake and wine, Can't I try, taste my carrot cake and wine Looking good, not looking back, Knight of hers took her off to dance, I get the eye as I lift my glass, But not for the last time, She looks again, too drunk to shake, My legs are twitching, my eyes are fake, I glance behind me for safety sake To see my girlfriends tongue in the face of a friend, Who was far from a man, Should I hide? should I run? Must have seen what I've done, Decided to stay, looked her straight in the face, What I thought was the case was an easy mistake. I'd just like to try some carrot cake and wine, Can't I try, taste my carrot cake, Why can't I try? Why should I lie? Taste my, try some, buy my Carrot cake and wine |
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She took herself out in the car
She drove herself around the block She said she's leaving me again Then she got lost I look for her out on the porch I wanna see her face once more She said she's leaving me again Then she got lost Then she got lost She took the midnight train to nowhere She said that she was leaving home Yeah she's leaving me tomorrow But tomorrow never came For Jayne I wait for her now and then I hope to see her round the bend She said she's leaving me again Then she got lost Then she got lost She took the midnight train to nowhere She said that she was leaving home Yeah she's leaving me tomorrow But tomorrow never came For Jayne Never came for Jayne For Jayne For Jayne.... |
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Shopping spree for the family tree, haven't seen your family tree, in quite a while
Too many sandwiches and wine, sherry stains down your best mans tie, what a speech The band arrive, the grannies cry, the singers tongue's's in the bar maids mouth, what a voice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight The blue rinsed hairs lift up their chairs The bands too loud, they're off down stairs what a noise The bride and groom they dance their dance The singer mimes there's still a chance, the bar maid smiles You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice And that's just tonight You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breasts, the discos late and he's overpaid tonight You got a diamond ring and a man who sings, the man who sings made love to the bar maid twice Grandpa drunk a drop or two and his head's still stuck down the portaloo, what a man The bride and groom they dance their dance, the singer mimes there's still a chance tonight And the bar maid smiles |
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We all face the same way
Still it takes all day I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick Another mirror stare, and she's going where? Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare? You talk dirty to a priest?It makes them human at least But is she running away, to start a brand new day? Or is she going home? Why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food? Those are model's legs, but are they women's are they men's? She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest, keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook? Wrote a hardback book? You teach kids how to read? Or sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob? But have I got you all wrong? One look and you were gone Is anyone going anywhere? X 3 Everyone's gotta be somewhere |
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