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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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| 2. |
| 4:29 |
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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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| 3. |
| 5:53 |
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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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| 4. |
| 4:36 |
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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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| 5. |
| 6:39 |
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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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| 5:04 |
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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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| 4:06 |
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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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| 5:44 |
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(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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