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I want to live alone in the desert I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe I want to live on the Upper East Side And never go down in the street Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Michael Jackson in Disneyland Don't have to share it with nobody else Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand And lead me through the World of Self Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Don't want to wake up with no one beside me Don't want to take up with nobody new Don't want nobody coming by without calling first Don't want nothing to do with you I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows Lying down in the dark to dream I don't want to see their faces I don't want to hear them scream Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation Splendid Isolation I don't need no one Splendid Isolation |
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| 2. |
| 3:22 |
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Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling in Havana I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between the rock and the hard place And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck Now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money |
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| 3. |
| 3:09 |
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I started as an altar boy working at the church Learning all my holy moves doing some research Which led me to a cash box labelled "Children's Fund" I'd leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cumberbund I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store Laying tackless stripping and housewives by the score I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane Auctioned off every last naugahyde divan I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in I'm proud to be a glutton and I don't have time for sloth I'm greedy and I'm angry and I don't care who I cross CHORUS I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I llike to have a good time and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred and go down in history Of course I went to law school and got a law degree And counselled all my clients to plead insanity Then worked in hair replacement swindling the bald Where very few are chosen, fewer still are called Then on to Monte Carlo play chemin de fer I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair I put my last few francs down on a prostitute Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig? Fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide Looking through the want ads sipping Foster's in the shade I opened up an agency somewhere down the line To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot CHORUS I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air Landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals See you in the next life, wake me up for meals |
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| 4. |
| 2:41 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:41 |
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She tells him she thinks she needs to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend So he's hanging on to half her heart He can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free Then she says she'd rather be with him But it's just a whim By which she hopes to keep him on the limb She's so many women He can't find the one who was his friend So he's hanging on to half her heart He can't have the restless part So he tells her to hasten down the wind |
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| 6. |
| 4:23 |
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How're you going to make your way in the world When you weren't cut out for working When your fingers are slender and frail How're you going to get around In this sleazy bedroom town If you don't put yourself up for sale Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles Who's gonna know who you are Drugs and wine and flattering light You must try it again till you get it right Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night All these people with no home to go home to They'd all like to spend the night with you Maybe I would, too But tell me How're you going to make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working And you just can't concentrate And you always show up late You said you were an actress Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star So I drank up all the money, Yes, I drank up all the money, With these phonies in this Hollywood bar, These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar Loneliness and frustration We both came down with an acute case And when the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you And your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase Your pretty face It looked so wasted Another pretty face Devastated The French Inhaler He stamped and mailed her "So long, Norman" She said, "So long, Norman" |
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| 7. |
| 4:05 |
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I've got a bird that whistles I've got a bird that sings I've got a bird that . . . I've got a bird . . . I'm worried about that bird And I worry about everything And I worry when I see my subjects Bow down to the Worrier King Well. I'm hiding from the mailman And I hate to hear the telephone ring I'm hiding from the mailman And I hate to hear the telephone Worried about the women And I worry about everything And I worry when I see my subjects Bow down to the Worrier King I've been up all night Wondering what November's gonna bring Worried about my country And I worry about everything And I worry when I see my subjects Bow down to the Worrier King Worried about my bird And I worry about everything And I worry when I see my subjects Bow down to the Worrier King |
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| 8. |
| 1:30 |
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| 9. |
| 11:19 |
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Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun With a thompson gun for hire fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray Through '66 and 7 they fought the Congo war With their fingers on their triggers knee deep in gore For days and nights they battled, the Bantu to their knees They killed to earn their living, and to help out the Congolese Roland the thompson gunner (2x) His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest But of all the thompson gunners, Roland was the best So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead That son of a bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head Roland the headless thompson gunner Norway's son won't stop till he sums up the score They can still see his headless body stalking through the night In the muzzle flash of Roland's thompson gun (2x) Roland searched the continent for the man who done him in He found him in Mombasa in a barroom drinking gin Roland aimed his thompson gun, he didn't say a word But he blew Van Owen's body, from there to Johannesburg Roland the headless thompson gunner (4x) The eternal thompson gunner, still wandering through the night Now it's ten years later, but he still keeps up the fight In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's thompson gun and bought it |
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| 3:51 |
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Darkness in the morning Shadows on the land Certain individuals Aren't sticking with the plan CHORUS And I'm searching for a heart Searching everyone They say love conquers all You can't start it like a car You can't stop it with a gun Leaving in the evening Traveling at night Staying inconspicuous I'm staying out of sight CHORUS they tell me love requires a little standing in line And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart Searching high and low for you Teying to track you down Certain individuals Have finally come around CHORUS They tell me love requires a little standing in line And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart Searching everyone They say love conquers all You can't start it like a car |
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| 11. |
| 3:18 |
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Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon >From Youngstown, Ohio, Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini A lightweight contender, like father like son He fought for the title with Frias in Vegas And he put him away in round number one Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon When Alexis Arguello gave Boom Boom a beating Seven weeks later he was back in the ring Some have the speed and the right combinations If you can't take the punches, it don't mean a thing Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon When they asked him who was responsible For the death of Du Koo Kim He said, "Some one should have stopped the fight And told me it was him." They made hypocrite judgements after the fact But the name of the game is be hit and hit back Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon |
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| 12. |
| 4:55 |
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Lear jet S.W.A.T. team On a midnight run With the M16 And the Ingram gun We parachute in We parachute out "Death from above" We're screaming now Where the pay is good And the risk is high It's understood We'll do or die Sten gun in hand Where the gun is law From Ovamboland To Nicaragua Strength and muscle and jungle work Three young men In a Russian truck With a little Mac10 Sent 'em running to the huts A few young men The few who dare To battle in hell Le Mercenaire! Strength and muscle and jungle work |
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| 13. |
| 4:08 |
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Mom and Papa bought a Chickering Every day I'd sit and play that thing I practiced hard; it was more than a whim I played with grim determination, Jim Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter I worked in sessions and I played in bands A thousand casuals and one-night stands Here on Thursday, gone on Friday Heading down the Dixie highway Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Maybe I'll go to Reno Nobody knows my name I'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon Steady work for a change Ain't going down that long, lonesome road Ain't going down that long, lonesome road Got in trouble down in New Orleans I must admit that I was strung out, painted in the corner of a limousine Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a thin ice walker, I'm a freelance writer Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter Then let me go, Piano Fighter |
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| 4:10 |
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I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fork's For to get a big dish of beef chow mein Refrain: Ah-wooo, Werewolves of London Ah-wooo (x2) You hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again (Refrain) Hunh! He's the hairy-handed gent Who ran amok in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim Hunh, I'd like to meet his tailor (Refrain) I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doin' the Werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen Doin' the Werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect Ah-wooo Werewolves of London Hunh, draw blood Ah-wooo Werewolves of London |
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| 4:13 |
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Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands Time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till Down at the 7-11 Gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven The past seems realer than the present to me now I've got memories to last me When the sky is gray The way it is today I remember the times when I was happy Same old sun Same old moon It's the same old story Same old tune They all say Someday soon My sins will all be forgiven Gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven They say "Everything's all right" They say "Better days are near" They tell us "These are the good times" But they don't live around here Billy and Christie don't Bruce and Patti don't They don't live around here I had a girl Now she's gone She left town Town burned down Nothing left But the sound Of the front door closing forever Gentle rain Falls on me All life folds back Into the sea We contemplate eternity Beneath the vast indifference of heaven |
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| 16. |
| 9:38 |
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I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks And wait for the Double "E" But the railroad don't run no more Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood I ain't naming names She really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes, Lord Sort of like a Waring blender Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the Hyatt House I don't want to talk about it Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me I met a girl from the Vieux Carre` Down in Yokahama She picked me up and she'd throw me down I said, "Where's George Gruel, my road manger and best friend" "Come on out here George..." Get up and dance Get up and dance or I'll kill you and I got the means |
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| 3:49 |
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Grandpa pissed his pants again He don't give a damn Brother Billy has both guns drawn He ain't been right since Viet Nam "Sweet Home Alabama" Play that dead band's song Turn those speakers up full blast Play it all night long Daddy's doing Sister Sally Grandma's dying of cancer now The cattle all have brucellosis We'll get through somehow "Sweet Home Alabama" Play that dead band's song Turn those speakers up full blast Play it all night long I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn See if I can drink enough There ain't much to country living Sweat, piss, jizz and blood "Sweet Home Alabama" Play that dead band's song Turn those speakers up full blast Play it all night long |
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