Random Song Lyrics Thread

[death tribble]

Pilot of the airwaves

Here is my request

You don't have to play it

But I hope you'll do your best

I've been listening to your show on the radio

And you seem like a friend to me

 

Or a record of your choice

I don't mind

I'd be happy just to hear your voice

Saying this is for the girl

Who didn't sign her name

Yes, she needs a dedication just the same

 

Late at night I'm still listening

Don't waste my time chasing sleep

People say I look weary

But that 's just the company I keep

 

Ooooh, you make the nighttime race

Ooooh, I don't need to see your face

You're sounding good (sounding good)

Sounding good to me

 

Pilot of the airwaves

Here is my request

You don't have to play it

But I hope you'll do your best

I've been listening to your show on the radio

And you seem like a friend to me

 

Late at night I'm still listening

Don't waste my time chasing sleep

People say I look weary

But that's just the company I keep

 

Ooooh, you make the nighttime race

Ooooh, I don't need to see your face

You're sounding good (sounding good)

Sounding good to me

 

Pilot of the airwaves

Here is my request

You don't have to play it

But I hope you'll do your best

I've been listening to your show on the radio

And you seem like a friend to me

(Oooooh, I been) listening to your show on the radio

And you seem like a friend to me

 

Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh

Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh

Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh

Play that song for me

Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh

Oh, won't you just play that song for me

[death tribble]

Down where this ugly man
Seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight flare
A glass hand cuts through the water
Scything into his twisted roots
Then from his eyes
Spring fireflies
Breathing life
Into a roaring disguise

Needles and sins, sins and needles
He's gasping for air
In the wishing well
Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar

A soft hoodwink of shadows
The size of make-believe
Punching through his spike of rage
A glass hand cuts through the water
Snuffing out the magic fury
Then from inside
Bolt lightning cries
Swiftly crushed
The final, muffled sighs

Needles and Sins, Sins and Needles
He's gasping for air
In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar

 

[death tribble]

I wondered should I go or should I stay

The band had only one more song to play

And then I saw you out the corner of my eyes

A little girl alone and so shy

 

I had the last waltz with you

Two lonely people together

I fell in love with you

The last waltz should last forever

 

But the love we had was goin' strong

Through the good and bad we'd get along

And then the flame of love died in your eye

My heart was broke in two when you said goodbye

 

I had the last waltz with you

Two lonely people together

I fell in love with you

The last waltz should last forever

 

It's all over now 

Nothing left to say

Just my tears and the orchestra playing

La la la la la la la la la la,

La la la la la la la la la la. 

 

I had the last waltz with you

Two lonely people together

I fell in love with you

The last waltz should last forever

La la la la la la la la la la

[death tribble]

I can remember when we walked together

Sharing a love I thought would last forever

Moonlight to show the way so we can follow

Waiting inside her eyes was my tomorrow

Then something changed her mind, her kisses told me

I had no loving arms to hold me

 

Every day I wake up then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I wake up then I start to break up

Knowing that it's cloudy above

Every day I start out then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

 

I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me

So if you see my girl please send her home to me

Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying

Say I can't stop myself from crying

 

Every day I wake up then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I wake up then I start to break up

Knowing that it's cloudy above

Every day I start out then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

 

Every day I wake up then I start to break up

Lonely is a man without love

Every day I start out then I cry my heart out

Lonely is a man without love

[death tribble]

There goes my only possession

There goes my everything

 

I hear footsteps slowly walking

As they gently walk across the lonely floor

And a voice is softly saying

Darling this will be goodbye for evermore

 

There goes my reason for living

There goes the one of my dreams

There goes my only possession

There goes my everything

 

As my memory turns back the pages

I can see the happy years we've had before

Now the love that kept this heart beating

Has been shattered by the closing of the door

[death tribble]

Too alarming now to talk about

Take your pictures down and shake it out

Truth or consequence, say it aloud

Use that evidence, race it around

 

There goes my hero

Watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

He's ordinary

 

Don't the best of them bleed it out

While the rest of them peter out

Truth or consequence, say it aloud

Use that evidence, race it around

 

There goes my hero

Watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

He's ordinary

 

Kudos, my hero

Leaving all the best

You know my hero

The one that's on 

 

There goes my hero

Watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

He's ordinary

There goes my hero

Watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

He's ordinary

[death tribble]

What have we done with innocence

It disappeared with time

It never made much sense

Adolescent resident

Wasting another night on planning my revenge

 

One in ten 

One in ten 

One in ten 

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

One more indecent accident

I'd rather leave than suffer this

I'll never be your monkey wrench

 

All this time to make amends

What do you do when all your enemies are friends

Now and then I'll try to bend

Under pressure

Wind up snapping in the end

 

One in ten 

One in ten 

One in ten 

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

One more indecent accident

I'd rather leave than suffer this

I'll never be your monkey wrench

 

Temper 

Temper

Temper

 

One last thing before I quit

I never wanted any more than I could fit into my head

I still remember every single word you said

And all the shit that somehow came along with it

Still there's one thing that comforts me

Since I was always caged and now I'm free

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

One more indecent accident

I'd rather leave than suffer this

I'll never be your monkey wrench

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

(fall in fall out)

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

(fall in fall out)

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

(fall in fall out)

 

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench

[Greywind]

I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you, let it be me

Don't take this heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever, let it be me

Each time we meet love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love what would life be

So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always let it be me

Each time we meet love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love what would life be

So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always let it be me

[Greywind]

I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone

You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me.
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes.

I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone,
Not your stepping stone.

When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news.
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who.

I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone,
Not your stepping stone.

[Greywind]

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
Cover me, darling please, hey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey, hey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey, hey, hey
Shock the monkey, hey yeah
(Monkey) Wheels keep turning
(Monkey) Something's burning
(Monkey) Don't like it but I guess I'm learning
Shock, shock, shock
Watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock, shock, shock
Watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me when I sleep
Cover me when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please, hey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey, hey, hey
Shock the monkey, hey yeah
(Monkey) Too much at stake
(Monkey) Ground beneath me shake
(Monkey) And the news is breaking
Shock, shock, shock
Watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock, shock, shock
Watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey hey, hey
Shock the monkey

Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey

Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey

Shock the monkey to life

[tkdguy]

At words poetic, I'm so pathetic

That I always have found it best,

Instead of getting 'em off my chest,

To let 'em rest unexpressed.

I hate parading my serenading

As I'll probably miss a bar,

But if this ditty is not so pretty,

At least it'll tell you how great you are.

 

You're the top! You're the Colosseum,

You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,

You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet,

You're Mickey Mouse.

You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,

You're the smile on the Mona Lisa.

I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

Your words poetic are not pathetic

On the other hand, boy, you shine

And I can feel after every line

A thrill divine down my spine.

Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans

Might think that your song is bad,

But for a person who's just rehearsin'

Well I gotta say this my lad:

 

You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.

You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.

You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain,

You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,

You're cellophane.

You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner.

You're the time of the Derby winner.

I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy.

You're the top! You're a Brewster body.

You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,

You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,

You're broccoli.

You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,

You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,

I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top.

 

You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.

You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.

You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,

You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,

You're Camembert.

You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nost of the great Durante.

I'm just in the way, as the French would say

"De trop,"

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top.

 

You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.

You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad.

You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.

You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,

You're Pepsodent.

You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia,

You're the pants on a Roxy usher.

I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop,

But if Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top! You're a dance in Bali.

You're the top! You're a hot tamale.

You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine,

You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,

You're Ovaltine.

You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,

You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.

I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

 

You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel.

You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.

By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,

You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes, '

You're stratosphere.

You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick,

You're the foist in the Irish svipstick,

I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop,

But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,

You're the top!

[Sundog]

I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am
You'll have to take me just the way that you find me
What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn

Empty stomach, empty head
I got empty heart and empty bed
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
Anything at all
Strange is your language and I have no decoder
Why don't you make your intentions clear
With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda
Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear

Stop staring at me like a bird of prey
I'm all mixed up, I got nothing to say
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
Anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don't remember, I don't recall
I got no memory of anything
Absolutely anything at all
I don't remember

[L. Marcus]

Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
'Cause down below the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
So quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head

 

Oh no there she goes
Out in the sunshine the sun is mine

I shot my love today would you cry for me
I lost my head again would you lie for me
I left her in the sand just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again would you cry for me

 

Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
'Cause fear is strong and love's for everyone
Who isn't me
So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost

Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor on my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I'm in the dark

 

So follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have God

[Greywind]

I saw you walk down the street with somebody new
It's funny, people I meet they talk about me and you
But who's to blame for our being apart, or is it me or is it you
And whoever say that you're still in my heart
'Cause now really the best I can do, is say

So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourself
So long, I'm glad you're happy that way
But you're only foolin' yourself
You're foolin' yourself

It's funny I couldn't see, the change you went through
All the new friends that you'd meet
And the places they took you to
And all you could say, you would say,
"They're just friends"
And you'd laugh in my face 'cause you knew
And I'd never know where you'd been late at night
So now really the best I can do, is say

So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourself
So long, I'm glad you're happy that way
But you're only foolin' yourself
You're foolin' yourself

So now you walk down the street with somebody new
It's funny, people I meet, they don't talk about me and you no more
But who was to blame for our being' apart
Was it me or was it you
And who would've said, that you were in my heart
'Cause now really the best I can do is say

So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourself
So long, I'm glad you're happy that way
But you're only foolin' yourself
You're foolin' yourself

[Pariah]

A long long time ago

I can still remember how

That music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

 

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

 

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

So

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

 

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

 

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singin'

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Now, for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, that's not how it used to be

 

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

 

Oh and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

 

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin'

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

 

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

 

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

 

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin'

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

 

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

 

Oh and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

 

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singin'

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

 

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

 

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

 

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing

 

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

 

They were singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

 

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I can't believe nobody's posted this one yet!

[Pariah]

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way

When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw

Plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

 

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky

For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

 

Yippie yi ooh

Yippie yi yay

Ghost riders in the sky

 

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat

He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet

'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky

On horses snorting fire

As they ride on hear their cry

 

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name

"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range

Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride

Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies"

 

Yippie yi ooh

Yippie yi yay

Ghost riders in the sky

[Pariah]

A long haired man came to my door

Wearing Roman sandals, carrying a golden sword

He said "Come with me, and I'll take you higher"

 

We soared out of the atmosphere

On his magic carpet that he let me steer

He said "Take the reins, son, and I'll let you fly her"

 

We escalated through a thick of clouds

And our only thought was not coming down

Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire

 

There was a unicorn with a neon horn

Wearing a velvet saddle that was slightly worn

I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her

 

I sat down on a floating stool

She knelt her head and produced a jewel

And I smiled and asked if I could ride her

 

And I saw the lighthouse keeper

His hollow eyes that pierced my soul

He said that I'm just a desperate seeker

Searching for what I did not know

 

On Pegasus I was flying free

Careless lost over a purple sea

When I came upon this lonesome fortune teller

 

She gazed into her crystal ball

And I saw that giant gavel fall

She asked if I could be her pall bearer

 

And I heard that gypsy prophesy

Of the tearing flesh and the mother's cry

And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever

 

We stood before the kings and queens

And the hooded man with the guillotine

And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector

 

Then I dined there with an aristocrat

On his balcony with a welcome mat

And he laughed and drank all the wine from the cellar

 

And I saw the lighthouse keeper

His hollow eyes that pierced my soul

He said that I'm just a desperate seeker

Searching for what I did not know

[death tribble]

So lately, been wondering

Who will be there to take my place

When I'm gone, you'll need love

To light the shadows on your face

 

If a great wave shall fall

It'd fall upon us all

And between the sand and stone

Could you make it on your own?

 

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

 

And maybe, I'll find out

The way to make it back someday

To watch you, to guide you

Through the darkest of your days

 

If a great wave shall fall

It'd fall upon us all

Well I hope there's someone out there

Who can bring me back to you

 

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

 

Run away with my heart

Run away with my hope

Run away with my love

 

I know now, just quite how

My life and love might still go on

In your heart, in your mind

I'll stay with you for all of time

 

If I could, then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

 

If I could turn back time

I'll go wherever you will go

If I could make you mine

I'll go wherever you will go

 

I'll go wherever you will go

[death tribble]

You keep saying you've got something for me

Something you call love, but confess

You've been a-messin' where you shouldn'ta been a-messin'

And now someone else is gettin' all your best

 

These boots are made for walkin'

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Yeah

 

You keep lying when you oughta be truthin'

And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet

You keep samin' when you oughta be a-changin'

Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet

 

These boots are made for walkin'

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

 

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'

And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned, ha!

I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah

And what he knows, you ain't had time to learn

 

These boots are made for walkin'

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

 

Are you ready boots ?

Start walkin' !

[death tribble]

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.

I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,

Look out Jackson town.

 

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.

Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,

You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!

Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.

See if I care.

 

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)

All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,

I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.

'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.

"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

 

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.

They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,

With your tail tucked between your legs,

You're goin' to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.

And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,

 

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.

I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.

Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

 

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'

And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

[death tribble]

Everybody's going for those kinky boots, kinky boots,

(boop, boop)

Kinky boots,

It's a manly kind of fashion that you borrowed from the brutes,

Borrowed from the brutes,

(boop, boop)

Kinky boots.

 

Fashion magazines say wear 'em,

And you rush to obey like the women in a harem.

 

Full length, half length,

Fully fashion calf length,

Brown boots, black boots,

Patent leather jackboots,

Low boots, high boots,

Lovely lanky thigh boot,

We all dig those boots.

 

Everybody's crazy for those kinky boots, kinky boots,

(boop, boop)

Kinky boots,

And whether you're in evening dress or bathing suits,

You wear boots, boots, kinky boots.

 

There are twenty million women wearing kinky boots, kinky boots,

Puss in boots,

Footwear manufacturers are gathering the fruits,

Gathering the fruits,

(boop, boop)

Kinky boots.

 

Advertising men say try 'em,

And you all run amok like a flock of sheep to buy 'em.

 

Sweet girls, street girls,

Grumpy little beat girls,

Square girls, cool girls,

Sexy little schoolgirls,

Maiden aunties,

Mayfair debutantes,

They all dig those boots.

 

Everybody's rushin' for those Russian boots,

Prussian boots,

(boop, boop)

Kinky boots,

Both: Cover up those slender little tender foots with kinky slinky,

Leather is so kinky,

Come and get those kinky boots, boots, kinky boots.

[Greywind]

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
As who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
Will make them not the same

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

[death tribble]

Oooooh-

Put your loving hand out, baby

I'm begging

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

 

Riding high, when I was king

Played it hard and fast, 'cause I had everything

Walked away, won me then

But easy come and easy go

And it would end

 

So why anytime I bleed you let me go,

Anytime I feed you get me know

Anytime I see you let me know

But, I planted that seed just let me go

I'm on my knees when I'm ( begging)

'Cause I don't want to lose (you)

I got my arms on spread

And I hope that my heart gets fed

Matter of fact girl I'm begging

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

 

I need you, (yeah) to understand

Tried so hard

To be your man

The kind of man you want in the end

Only then can I begin to live again

 

An empty shell

I used to be

Shadow of my life

Was hanging over me

 

A broken man

Without a none

Won't even stand the devil's dance

To win my soul

 

Why we chewing ? Why we chasing ?

Why the bottom ? Why the basement ?

Why we got good shit don't embrace it ?

Why the feel for the need to replace me ?

 

You're on the wrong way track from the good

I want to paint in the pictures any way we could be at

Like a heart in the best way should

You can give it the away, you had it and you took the pay

 

But I keep walking on, keep opening doors

Keep hoping for that the door is yours

Keep also home, 'cause I don't want to live in a broken home,

Girl I am begging

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

 

I'm fighting hard

To hold my own

No, I just can't make it

All alone

 

I'm holding on

I can't fall back

Now that big brass ring

Is a shade of black

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

 

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Begging, begging you

Put your loving hand out darling

[death tribble]

Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain

And ironing out the rough spots

Is the hardest part when memories remain

And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio

`Cause from the lips of some old singer

We can share the troubles we already know

 

Turn them on, turn them on

Turn on those sad songs

When all hope is gone

Why don't you tune in and turn them on

 

They reach into your room

Just feel their gentle touch

When all hope is gone

Sad songs say so much

 

If someone else is suffering enough to write it down

When every single word makes sense

Then it's easier to have those songs around

The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you

and it feels so good to hurt so bad

And suffer just enough to sing the blues

 

Sad songs, they say

Sad songs, they say

Sad songs, they say

Sad songs, they say so much

[death tribble]

Cause I'd tear out the pages

That I've got in these books

Just to find you some words

Just to get some reward

And I'll show you all the photographs

That I ever got took

And I'll play you old 45's

That now mean nothing to me

 

And you're a real gone kid

And maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

I'll do what I should have did

 

Now I've stood on your shadow

And I've watched it grow

And it's shaken and it's driven me

And let me know

Let me know let me know let me know

About all the old 45s

And the paperback rooms

And it's scattered all the photographs

Of summers and suns

 

And you're a real gone kid

And maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

I'll do what I should have did

'Cause you're a real

Gone

Kid

 

I cried and I craved

Hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs

Cried and I craved

Hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs

 

You're a real gone kid

And maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

Maybe now baby

I'll do what I should have did

'Cause you're a real

Gone

Kid

 

'Cause you're a real

Gone

Kid

 

You're a real

Gone

Kid

 

You're a real

Gone

Kid