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Aw yeah, oh yeah, yeah
When two cars crash you just pull them apart But when lovers come together They get tangled heart to heart And nothing (and nothing) and no one (and no one) Can make them come unstuck Oh, love can be bad luck (Love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be) When glass (breaks) you just sweep it away But when lovers start to shatter They keep breaking day by day They pick (They pick up) up the pieces (the pieces) And try not to get cut (try not to get cut) Oh, love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be bad) Medicine won't cure the pain It doesn't pay to pin the blame It still will feel the same (It still will feel the same) Passion burns like any flame Disillusion stakes its claim Those are the rules of the game (Rules of the game) Love can be bad luck...Love can be bad luck... Now girl, I can't seem, and what else Can quite to drop to either way Stay with me, pretty baby, let me travel my whole way Now that love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Somebody's love in my heart, yeah (love can be bad luck) I can't stand this way no more (love can be bad luck) I've been feeling this way to uptown, girl (Love Can Be Bad Luck) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FAGENSON, DON EDWARD/WAS, DAVID/CRENSHAW, MARSHALL H <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC , BMG GOLD SONGS OBO MARSHALL CRENSHAW</i> |
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Robot girl, robot girl
Robot girl, robot girl Robot girl, robot girl Robot girl, robot girl TV screen faces aren't pretty it's true But she will do anything I tell her to Her conversation's not what you'd call clever But she can't contradict me, oh no never Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl You know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl, uh-oh Programmed for love, she can be quite tender See how I'm kind, nothing offends her She vacuums the carpet and doesn't complain She'll walk the dog in the pouring rain Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl You know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match You are my world, you're my robot girl You are my world, you're my robot girl Don't have to worry about diamonds and furs There's no confusion about what's mine and what's hers When she fixes her limbs on my backside I just shudder She goes through my blood like a hot knife through butter Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl Oh, you know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match You are my world, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl You are my world, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FAGENSON, DON EDWARD/WAS, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Boy's gone crazy...Ooo, ooo, ooo
Boy's gone crazy...Ooo, ooo, ooo Johnny's on top of the shopping mall Pretending like he's gonna fall Just throwing stones at a neon sign Saying over and over "She was mine all mine" The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time Can't keep his mind on his schoolwork Won't tell anybody just how bad he's hurt Keeps popping them quarters in a pinball game Doing all he can do to forget her name The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time Well he did see her face in the dark And he did see that in the moon With every beat of his heart He knows his life is ruined, whoa yeah Out on the highway doing ninety-eight Radio blasting as he's tempting fate He swears he saw an angel in a black Corvette She was blowing him kisses through her cigarette The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone, really gone for good this time The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's really just one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time, oh The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone, really gone for good this time The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's really just one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time, boy's gone crazy |
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I set charges in Maine and Florida
In Washington and California I gave fair warning and lit the fuse Right at the beginning of the network news All I did was listen to the Fates I blew up the United States Now little bits of Texas Are floating up in space I blew up the United States I put plastique in the Statue of Liberty And my nerves got a little bit jittery Poor little lady, there goes her head Her arm is melting and her eyes turned red All I did was listen to the Fates I blew up the United States Now little bits of Texas Are floating up in space I blew up the United States It's a free country I'm within my rights Every child should have a weapon And a ton of dynamite My hand is steady And my eye is cold A voice inside my head Keeps saying "Do as you are told" All I did was listen to the Fates I blew up the United States Now little bits of Texas Are floating up in space I blew up the United States |
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Monkey in the middle of a metal detector
Hat of the cousin of the tax collector Automatic sensors in the president's skull Do you have yesterday's time? What up, dog? You see I just got this new pit bull terrier The thing's better than a credit card Went to the gas station the other day Got a couple gallons of gas Some oil, spark plugs, six-pack The man says "That'll be $15.41" I, I say "Well, goddamn, I forgot my wallet But I did bring my credit card." What up, dog ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAVID WAS, DON WAS, SWEETPEA ATKINSON, HARRY BOWENS Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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(One, two)
Little Rita and her sister Betty Met some mook who drove a purple Chevy He took them for a ride one summer night (Are you angry?) Told the girls he was a big producer Truth be told he was a cheap seducer He drove them to the hills to see the lights (Heh, heh, heh, yeah, right) Two days later they were reading him his rights (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Shot Out come the freaks (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh yeah Tara Venus was a rent-a-stripper You could feast your eyes but you couldn't grip her She went nowhere without Jack the Human Kife He'd slice you silly if you got too friendly If you value living better treat her gently Once she does her sexy cha-cha let her go She will tempt you (uh-huh) but it's just part of the show (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, yo, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh yeah, oh, do, yeah Bobby Maggot was a big attorney Through the courtroom down to hell he journeyed Bald headed piece of garbage that he was...ha, ha, ha! [Woof! Woof! Woof!] (Bad, bad boy!) He'll defend you if your money's honest Says he'll do his best but that's no promise Off he goes in his Corvette to get a tan Oh Lord I ask you what kind of beast is man? (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh, out come the freaks, out come the freaks, y'all (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, y'all (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Trotsky) Out comes Trotsky, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Coltrane) Coltrane, Coltrane, out comes Coltrane (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Che Guevara) Che Guevara, Che Guevara, oh (Woodwork squeaks and out comes the Powell) Buddy Powell, Buddy Powell, baby, yeah Out come the freaks |
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(Listen, we don't have anything other than that)
(The American dream) (Just think about it, just think about it) It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will Cause that was the day that my daddy died I never had a chance to see him Never heard nothing but bad things about him Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama just hung her head and said: Son Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone Yeah, Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone, yeah Where the hell are ya, daddy, that's what I'm sayin' Down on my knees in tears and I'm prayin' Wishin' and hopin' my dreams could come true So I could feel like the other kids do A young child but not complete as a whole Before I was born you up and strolled Mama was there but you was up in the wind You never even knew my name, you didn't You never wrote, called, let alone came by As a youth it was hard to wonder why But now I'm older and I don't dwell on self-pity Thinkin' about the life you didn't give me I remember when I used to tell lies When people would ask I'd just fantasize Makin' up stories to make you look good But the real truth was you was never no good People used to say I look just like you But rest assured I don't act like you I'm more than that, my mama raised me better And you can best believe I'm much more together So believe that Hey mama, is it true what they say That Papa never worked a day in his life And mama, bad talk goin' 'round town said Papa had three outside children and another wife And that ain't right Heard some talk about Papa doin' some storefront preachin' Talkin' about savin' souls and all the time leachin' Dealin' in debt and stealin' in the name of the Lord (Ha ha ha ha) oh (mama just hung her head and said: Son) oh Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah) Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone (I'm a tellin' you) Papa was a rolling stone, well Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone, yeah It's been said, you gave me something you never had But that's not always true and it's sad To find myself missing you when I did Well, who knows the reasons you did what you did I can't help but to wonder why You lived your life as a big fat lie You act like you had no responsibilities Cause if you did it's a bet that you wouldn't be Stealin', beggin', hustlin' and schemin' You coulda got a job but did you know the meaning of work I'm talkin' 'bout an honest day's pay But you was too lazy to be that way Always tryin' to take the easy ride, that's what they tell me So I don't doubt it for a moment, not for a sec Because you lacked all your self-respect But it's too late, for you, that is Tomorrow I'll be goin' on about my biz And so it's time to put the past behind Erase the anger and clear my mind I wanna forget the little bit I know And make sure that I never sink so low Cause I want my kids to grow up and know That I was always there because I loved them so And that's the least thing that I could do But that's a lot more than I got from you I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades Tell me is that what sent Papa to his early grave Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills Hey mama, folks say Papa wasn't much on thinkin' Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth, ooh Papa was a rolling stone (well well well well) Wherever he laid his hat was his home (hey yeah) And when he died all he left us was alone (I'm a-tellin' you) Papa was a rolling stone (yeah now) Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone, lone, lone, lone, lone Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died all he left us was alone |
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