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Fireflies in dogfights
Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe--so head out My heart's in the country My feet's in the city with you All my friends are eatin' sushi Talkin' bad about you know who-who-who My tongue's talkin' riddles But I just can't seem to find a clue So I take a swig of whiskey And jump into the saddle with you-you-you And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons It's the American dream Souls of gypsies, road of stone Can't seem to find no peace--so head out And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, got the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues |
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| 2. |
| 3:27 |
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Did you ever seem to have one of those days
When everyone seemed to be on your case From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend Well, that used to happen to me all the time But I found a way to get out of it Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap--just ain't my bag When two bells ring you know it's my cue Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2 Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Checkin' out the halls makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls--nah, there ain't nobody here My buddies Sixx, Mick & Tom To get caught would surely be the death of us all Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Put me to work in the school bookstore Check-out counter, and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later you know where I was found Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school One more time Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room Teacher I ain't foolin' around with your rules Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school |
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| 3. |
| 2:32 |
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Some like the violence
Some like submission Some use aggression Some use a bullet in the head to be brave Some like the evil Some need the power Some bleed in vain Some get a bullet in the head instead Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell Some get the honey Some hold the pistol Some need no money Some hang on the string of obscene Some got the go Some play the role Some scream out in horror just for show Some got no reason Some got no hope Some like it loud, some like it loud We like it loud We like it louder, louder than hell |
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| 4. |
| 4:39 |
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Black jack roulette
Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a yound man old Comedy and tragedy Entertainment or death Like sister morphine Hooked on her game Time to place your bets If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money keep you eye on the dealer's hand Keep you eye on the money keep you eye on the lady's hand Queen of hearts Or Ace of spades I'm dancing on the blade Freak show goin' broke The crowd screams on for more Electric shock won't bring ya back You've gone over the boards Can't beat the clock, the deck is stacked The crowd looks on in horror If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the dealer's hand Keep your eye on the money Keep your eye on the lady's hand |
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| 4:00 |
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You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel Left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this Long & winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You know that I seem To make romantic dreams Up in lights, fallin' off The silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Somtimes nothing--keeps me together At the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home |
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| 3:37 |
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Ninety-thousand screaming watts
Honey dripping from her pot Fill the cup to the top tonight The deadly sin is all we know Pleasure victim, who's next to fall The question is will you please us all tonight? Tonight tonight tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Stand tall and ring the bell The final stroke send you to hell Take your body like a hammer and a nail The taste of love, it might me yours Slide down my knees, taste my sword Can you feel the power inside tonight? Tonight tonight tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Tonight, we need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover tonight We need a lover Tonight tonight |
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| 2:38 |
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Ragtime fast lane--another overdose
You know James Dean wasn't playing the role I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do When the time runs out on you Use it or lose it Sweet pain is the name of the game I said hey hey hey hey hey You better use it before you lose it You better use it--don't throw it away JFK, Marilyn Monroe Street walking gypsy--Margaret Trudeau I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do Time's run out on you Use it or lose it Sweet time--is it on my side? I said hey hey hey hey Better use it before you lose it You better use it--don't throw it away Sweet pain is the name of the game I said hey hey hey hey hey Better use it before you lose it You better use it--don't throw it away Hey hey hey---don't throw it away Don't throw it away |
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| 4:13 |
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Black angels laughing in the city streets
Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth The moonlight spotlights all the city crime Got no religion, Laugh while they fight Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land Sweet tarts play the game and shoot to thrill Runnin' free through the trash, dressed to kill The midnight show-stoppers, it's a funny money game A hundred thousand bleeding hearts, put us in our graves Save our souls for the heavens For a life so good it sure feels bad Save our souls for the heavens Save our souls for the promised land It's been the hard road, edge of an overdose No matter how high you're still too low I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer It's a never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster |
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| 2:49 |
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Sometimes I feel turned around
And upside down And sometimes maybe I drink too much But my heart's still in touch I remember standing tall telling you I'm gonna be a rock-n-roll star When someone said "Sit down, boy" "You already are" So Raise your hands to rock (rock) Uh-huh Summertime was always right Just me and you Sixteen and dealing with Those summertime blues I was young and restless Living on the edge of a dream When someone somewhere said "Ya just gotta believe" And raise your hands to rock (rock) |
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| 3:46 |
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Can't break the chains
Can't solve the pain Can't rhyme problem with reason Not taking sides Just asking why Does the pain eat the children Who wrote the Bible Who set the laws Are we left to history's flaws And if you're out there Then let me hear (hey) And take a look in the mirror Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Can't name no names Of who's to blame For cries out in the sky We're all slaves to time No color's right Throw our hate into the fire Martin Luther Brought the truth The color of our blood's the same So break the chains And solve the pains And we all become one race Fight fight for your rights Fight fight for your rights Oh, people, people Is the scar too deep You can't hold a man's soul By the color of his keys A tear of blood runs from my eye But somehow I can never Make you...cry... |
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