Random Song Lyrics Thread

[mattingly]

"I'm celebrating my love for you

With a pint of beer and a new tattoo."

 

Billy Bragg, Greetings to the New Brunette

[Greywind]

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

 

I see you through the smokey air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

 

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

 

Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all

 

Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see

 

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
You'll feel it in my kiss
Because I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you
Crazy for you
Crazy for you
Crazy for you

 

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you
It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
Yeah, I'm crazy for you
Crazy for you, baby

[death tribble]

I followed that bead of sweat,
to the small of your back,
from the nape of your neck,
Lightin' it up, with every drag upon my cigarette.

It can run, but it can't hide-
Like the unspoken feelings on your mind.
I'm too tense to be tender,
your too weak to be true.
You try to make it easier upon yourself,
By makin' it hard on you!
but it's the lies in your eyes
that make me wanna cry
It's just sometimes I get so lonesome
I could die.

I'm just another western guy,
with desires that I can't satisfy
So all the love I gave to you
Means nothing at all.
Dear God, God, God, this slow train to dawn.

So are you lying when you say you love me.
I'm lying when I say I don't-
We've opened our hearts to let each other look in,
To have and to hold,
but it's the words that remain unsaid,
that are the words I wanna hear you speak,
I bet the birds start singing, & the sun comes up,
before we fall asleep-

Oh the tears in your eyes, just make me wanna cry,
It's just sometimes I get so lonesome-I Could Die !!

[Greywind]

Oh, send me off to war
With a gun in my hand
But I won't pull the trigger
Our destiny is here
Beneath the red, white and blue
So lead me to the slaughter

 

Now don't be afraid
Come and join the parade
For the ultimate in sacrifice
It's an old-fashioned story

 

Of hope and of glory
A ticket for taking a life

 

I, I don't want to be a hero
I don't want to die for you
I don't want to be a hero

 

Oh send me off to war
In a far away land
I never knew existed
Subject me to the truth
To the horror and pain
Until my mind is twisted

 

And what if I fail
Will you put me in jail
For a murder I will not commit?
'Cause you don't understand
Till there's blood on your hands
That it's time to forget and forgive

 

I, I don't want to be a hero
I don't want to die for you
I don't want to be a hero

 

And those who return
Come back only to learn
That they're hated by those who they love
'Cause you don't understand
Till there's blood on your hands
That it's time to forget and forgive

 

I, I don't want to be a hero
I don't want to die for you
I don't want to be a hero

[death tribble]

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks,
& all the frightened people running home before dark,
Past the Saturday morning cinema--
that lies crumbling to the ground,
& the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town.
I've come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city,
as the sun goes down again.

[Chorus:]
Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,
Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia,
waitin for hell to freeze over.

This is the land, where nothing changes,
the land of red buses & blue blooded babies,
This is the place, where pensioners are raped,

& the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state,
Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey,
Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money.

So many people, can't express what's on their minds,
Nobody knows them & nobody ever will,
Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen,
& they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry!
Well it ain't written in the papers, but its written on the walls
The way this country is divided to fall,
So the cranes are moving on the skyline--
Trying to knock down--this town
But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed,
from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused.

Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes,
Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia,
waitin for hell to freeze over.

The ammunition's being passed, and the lords been praised,
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained,
All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars,
As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar.

This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A.

This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A.

This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A

[Pariah]

This year we've been celebrating the 100th anniversary of the Civil War, and the 50th anniversary of the beginning of World War I, and the 20th anniversary of the end of World War II. So all in all, it's been a good year for the war buffs, and a number of LPs and television specials have come out capitalizing on all this nostalgia, with particular emphasis on the songs of the various wars.  I feel that if any songs are going to come out of World War III, we'd better start writing them now. I have one here. You might call it a bit of pre-nostalgia.  This is the song that some of the boys sang as they went bravely off to World War III:

 

So long, Mom,
I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me.
But while you swelter
Down there in your shelter,
You can see me
On your TV.

 

While we're attacking frontally,
Watch Brinkally and Huntally,
Describing contrapuntally
The cities we have lost.
No need for you to miss a minute
Of the agonizing holocaust.

Yeah!

 

Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot,
And no shrinking violet was he.
He was mighty proud when World War Three was declared,
He wasn't scared,
No siree!

And this is what he said on
His way to Armageddon:

 

So long, Mom,
I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me.
But though I may roam,
I'll come back to my home,
Although it may be
A pile of debris.

 

Remember, Mommy,
I'm off to get a commie,
So send me a salami,
And try to smile somehow.
I'll look for you when the war is over,
An hour and a half from now!

[Greywind]

You held my hand and then you slipped away
And I may never see your face again
So tell me how to fill the emptiness inside
Without love, what is life?
And anyone who knew us both can see
We always were the better part of me
I never wanted to be this free
And all this pain, when does it go away?

 

Then every time I turn around
And you're nowhere to be found
I know

 

I gotta long long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
Oh, I gotta long long way I know
Before I can say goodbye
To all I ever knew, to you
To you

 

From memory there is no hiding place
Turn on the TV and I see you there
In every crowd there's always someone with your face
Everywhere, trying not to care

 

Then every time I turn around
And you're nowhere to be found
I know

 

I gotta long long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
I gotta long long way I know
Before I can say goodbye
To all I ever knew

 

To you I wish you everything
And all the best that life can bring
I only hope you think of me sometimes
Oh, and even though I feel the pain
I know that I will love again
The time will come
Oh, and I'll move on

 

I gotta long long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you
Oh, I gotta long long way I know
Gotta long way to go
Before I can say goodbye
Before I say goodbye
To all I ever knew
To all I ever knew
I gotta long way to go
Before I say
Say goodbye, say goodbye
But I wish you the best girl
Oh and all of the rest to you

[death tribble]

Peeling the skin back from my eyes, I felt surprised
that the time on the clock was the time I usually retired
to the place where I cleared my head of you;
but just for today, i think I'll lie here and dream of you.

I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in,
but if the sweat pours out, just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out.

A howling wind blows the litter as the rain flows,
As street lamps pour orange colored shapes through your window,
a broken soul stares from a pair of watering eyes,
uncertain emotions force an uncertain smile...

I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in,
but if the sweat pours out, just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out.

[Greywind]

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In-between the bright lights
And the far, unlit unknown

 

Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone

 

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

 

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

 

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

 

Drawn like moths, we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

 

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

 

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights

 

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

 

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

[Pariah]

What on earth are you doing here in the western world?
Another situation yeah you're a different girl
You have lived your life dreaming you were someone else
Succeeding's believing in yourself

 

Open your eyes
And see the world that stands before you now
Open your eyes
And see the world that stands in front of you

 

You have spent your days trying for something new
You have looked at magazine girls, wishing that they were you
Do you see in photographs an angel that once was you?
Does she tell you stories that are true?

 

Open your eyes
And see the world that stands before you now
Open your eyes
And see the world that stands in front of you

 

If I could stand with you right now and speak my mind
I would tell you no lies I would shoot straight between the eyes

 

You have stared a thousand times, right into the lens
Have you ever thought just once, does it all make sense?
Your beauty is eternal so don't just pretend
Got to wake up girl, or it's the end...

 

Open your eyes
And see the world that stands before you now
Open your eyes
And see the world that stands in front of you

 

Open your eyes
And see the world that stands before you now
Open your eyes
And see the world that stands in front of you

 

Open your eyes...

[Pariah]

Ha ha ha, I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ah don't touch it
Hey, Ray, hey, Sugar, tell them who we are...

 

Well, we're big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go

(That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show

(Right!)

 

We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

 

(Rollin' Stone)

Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother

(Yes)
(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

(That's a very very good idea)

 

I got a freaky ole lady name a' Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor ole grey haired daddy
Drivin' my limousine

 

Now it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

 

(Rollin' Stone)

Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for our mothers

(Yeah)
(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

 

Hey, I know how
Rock and roll...

 

Ah, that's beautiful

 

We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genu-wine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way

 

We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

 

(Rollin' Stone)

Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother

(Wa wa)
(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin'...

 

(Stone)

Wanna see my picture on the cover

I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby...

(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother

We're beautiful subjects...

(Stone...)

Wanna see my smilin' face

I ain't kiddin', we would make a beautiful cover...

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone...

Fresh shot, right up front, man...
I can see it now, we'll be up in the front...
Smilin', man...
Ahh, beautiful...I

[death tribble]

Rap up !
Rap it up !

Put some wax on the trax and slide on outta here
Hane hane hane hane hane

Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground
Improve to the groove get down to the sound
Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge
All things lively must be used
Liberté, egalité, au jourd'hui c'est très très très
Voici l'opportunité nous incroyables

I got the moves they got the grooves
Summoned the Gods and they all approved
Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf
Bit of a rap thing going for myself
This gold on the teeth's no sense at all
It only matters when it's on the wall

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
I have the mouth

So tired of anarchists looking at me
Don't need their credibility
"Destroy," they say, "Defy ! Condemn !"
As long as you don't destroy them
With twenty years of drugs and drink
I thought the time had come to think
About standing up and saying that
It's tragedy and such old hat

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

(I got) Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
I have the mouth

These happy feet are all we need
Summoned the Gods and they all agreed
These feet won't stop they're in such a hurry
I knock it on the head and I go for a curry
Staying sober can be neat
Get drunk on these here happy feet
Keep on trying to pin me down
"Why a title for your sound ?"
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's do this rapping thing again...

I got Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth...

In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth... 
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth... 

In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing
And I have the mouth
And you have the mouth
And they got the mouth

[Greywind]

I was sitting all alone
Watching people getting off with each other
They were dancing 'cross the floor
Turning movement back and forth, they were lovers

One more lonely night for me
I looked up, what did I see?

Sexy eyes, moving 'cross the floor
Couldn't want for more, sexy eyes
Sexy eyes, getting down with you
I wanna move with you, sexy eyes

I got up and took your hand
And we both began to dance to the music
Ooh, your magic cast a spell
It didn't take long 'til we fell and we knew it

No more lonely nights for me
This is how it's gonna be

Sexy eyes, moving 'cross the floor
Couldn't want for more, sexy eyes
Sexy eyes, getting down with you
I wanna move with you, sexy eyes

No more lonely nights for me
This is how it's gonna be

Sexy eyes, moving 'cross the floor
Couldn't want for more, sexy eyes
Sexy eyes, getting down with you
I wanna move with you, sexy eyes

Ooh, sexy eyes, getting down with you
I wanna move with you, sexy eyes
Sexy eyes, getting down with you
I wanna move with you, sexy eyes

[Greywind]

My daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago
Back in the U.S.A. back in the bad old days

 

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law

 

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old east side
'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
"'Bout a hundred cops are dead!"

 

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

And ther was no sound at all
But the clock upon the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mama's face
And he brushed her tears away

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

[Greywind]

The marchin' band came down along Main Street
The soldier blues fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say

 

Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

 

The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
The battle raging all around
The sergeant cried, We've got to hang on, boys!
We've got to hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride up
And bring us back some extra men
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the words she said

 

She said
Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

 

I heard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw that letter away ...

[Greywind]

 

Until you've been beside a man
You don't know what he wants
You don't know if he cries at night
You don't know if he don't
Where nothing comes easy, old nightmares are real
Until you've been beside a man
You don't know how he feels

 

Once inside a woman's heart
A man must keep his head
Heaven opens up the door
Where angels fear to tread
Some men go crazy, some men go slow
Some men go just where they want
Some men never go

 

Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon

 

Everywhere is all around
Comfort in the crowd
Stranger's faces all round
Laughing right out loud
Hey, watch where you're goin'
Step light on old toes
Until you've been beside a man
You don't know who he knows

 

Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon
Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon
Blame it on midnight
You can blame it on midnight
Shame, shame, shame, shame on the moon
Blame it on midnight
Shame on the moon

 

[Tjack]

On 11/4/2021 at 5:18 PM, Greywind said:

My daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago
Back in the U.S.A. back in the bad old days

 

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law

 

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old east side
'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
"'Bout a hundred cops are dead!"

 

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

And ther was no sound at all
But the clock upon the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my mama's face
And he brushed her tears away

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!

 

The night Chicago died
Na-na na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
The night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

     These two brought that summer rolling back.   Playing 45’s and singing along.   Paper Lace and Bo Donaldson & the Heywoods.

On 11/4/2021 at 5:25 PM, Greywind said:

The marchin' band came down along Main Street
The soldier blues fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say

 

Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

 

The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
The battle raging all around
The sergeant cried, We've got to hang on, boys!
We've got to hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride up
And bring us back some extra men
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the words she said

 

She said
Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as he started to go she said, Billy, keep your head low
Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me

 

I heard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw that letter away ...

[Greywind]

Whenever I call you friend
I begin to think I understand
Anything we are
You and I have always been ever and ever

 

I see myself within your eyes
And that's all I need to show me why
Everything I do always takes me home to you
Ever and ever

 

Now I know my life has given me more than memories
Day by day, we can see
In every moment there's a reason to carry on

 

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light
I've never seen such a beautiful sight
Sweet love flowin' almost every night
I know forever we'll be doin' it

 

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light
I've never seen such a beautiful sight
Sweet love flowin' almost every night
I know forever we'll be doin' it right

 

Whenever I call you friend
I believe I've come to understand
Everywhere we are you and I were meant to be
Forever and ever

 

I think about the times to come
Knowin' I will be the lucky one
Ever our love will last
I always want to call you friend

 

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light
I've never seen such a beautiful sight
Sweet love flowin' almost every night
I know forever we'll be doin' it

 

Now I know my life has given me more than memories
Day by day, we can see
In every moment there's a reason to carry on

 

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light
Never seen such a beautiful sight
Sweet love flowin' almost every night
I know forever we'll be doin' it, doin' it

 

Sweet love showin' us a heavenly light
I've never seen such a beautiful sight
Sweet love flowin' almost every night
I know forever we'll be doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Sweet love
Sweet love yeah

 

You're the glowing light in my life
So so bright in my life

 

Oh everything I do takes me back to you
Whenever I call you friend

[death tribble]

Now there was a time when they used to say
That behind every - "great man."
There had to be a - "great woman."
But in these times of change you know
That it's no longer true.
So we're comin' out of the kitchen
'Cause there's somethin' we forgot to say to you (we say)

Sisters are doin' it for themselves.
Standin' on their own two feet.
And ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it for themselves.

Now this is a song to celebrate
The conscious liberation of the female state!
Mothers - daughters and their daughters too.
Woman to woman
We're singin' with you.
The "inferior sex" got a new exterior
We got doctors, lawyers, politicians too.
Everybody - take a look around.
Can you see - can you see - can you see
There's a woman right next to you.

Sisters are doin' it for themselves.
Standin' on their own two feet.
And ringin' on their own bells.
Sisters are doin' it for themselves.

Now we ain't makin' stories
And we ain't layin' plans
'Cause a man still loves a woman
And a woman still loves a man
(Just a same though)

[death tribble]

A new royal family, a wild nobility
We are the family
A new royal family, a wild nobility
We are the family
A new royal family, a wild nobility
We are the family

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming
I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming

No method in our madness (yeah)
Just pride about our maner (yeah)
Antpeople are the warriors (yeah)
Antmusic is the banner (yeah)

(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah)
(Hey-o, ah, yeah)

A new royal family, a wild nobility
We are the family (yeah)
A new royal family, a wild nobility
We are the family

And even when you're healthy
And your colour schemes delight
Down below those dandy clothes
You're just a shade too white
Shade too white
Shade too white
Shade too white

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming
I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming

[death tribble]

My daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money

Some is rich, and some is poor
That's the way the world is
But I don't believe in lying back
Sayin' how bad your luck is

So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel

The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison

Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us ?
While we was being clever

Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's no point to wanna comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning

Run rabbit run
Strike out boys, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
And I know that they never will

[death tribble]

Darlin' you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go ?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go ?

It's always tease tease tease
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day is fine and next is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go ?

Should I stay or should I go now ?
Should I stay or should I go now ?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision's buggin' me (esta indecisión me molesta)
If you don't want me, set me free (Si no me quieres, librame)
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be (Dime ! ¿Qué tengo ser ?)
Don't you know which clothes even fit me ? (No sabes que ropas me queda)
Come on and let me know (Pero tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (¿Me debo ir o quedarme ?)

Split

(Doble ! ¿Me frío o lo soplo ?)
(Esperda)
(Rrattarrattarrattaa...)

Should I stay or should I go now ? (Yo me enfrio o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now ? (Yo me enfrio o lo soplo)
If I go there will be trouble (Si me voy, va a haber peligro)
And if I stay it will be double (Si me quedo, es doble)
So you gotta let me know (Pero que tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow ? (¿Me frío o lo soplo ?)
Should I stay or should I go now ? (¿Me frío o lo soplo ?)
If I go there will be trouble (Si me voy, va a haber peligro)
And if I stay it will be double (Si me quedo, es doble)
So you gotta let me know (Pero que tienes que decir)
Should I stay or should I go

[death tribble]

Tommy gun
You ain't happy less you got one
Tommy gun
Ain't gonna shoot the place up
Just for fun
Maybe he wants to die for the money
Maybe he wants to kill for his country
Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it!

Tommy gun
You better strip it down for a customs run
Tommy gun
Waiting in the airport 'till kingdom come
An' we can watch you make it
On the nine o'clock news
Standing there in Palestine lighting the fuse
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it

Tommy gun
You'll be dead when your war is won
Tommy gun
But did you have to gun down everyone ?
I can see it's kill or be killed
A nation of destiny has got to be fulfilled
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it !

Tommy gun
You can be a hero in an age of none
Tommy gun
I'm cutting out your picture from page one
I'm gonna get a jacket just like yours
An' give my false support to your cause
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it !

Okay, so let's agree about the price
And make it one jet airliner for ten prisoners
Boats an' tanks and planes, it's your game
Kings an' queens an' generals learn your name
I see all the innocents, the human sacrifice
And if death comes so cheap
Then the same goes for life !

[death tribble]

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come ?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go ?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come ?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

[Cancer]

Eine Seefahrt die ist lustig
Eine Seefahrt, die ist schön
Denn da kann man fremde Länder
Und noch manches andre sehn.
Hol-la-hi, hol-la-h
Hol-la-hi-a hi-a hi-a, hol-la-ho

 

Unser Kapitän, der Dicke,
Kaum drei Käse ist er groß,
auf der Brücke eine Schnauze,
Wie’ne Ankerklüse groß.
Hol-la-hi, hol-la-h
Hol-la-hi-a hi-a hi-a, hol-la-ho

 

In der Rechten einen Whiskey,
In der Linken einen Köm,
Und die spiegelblanke Glatze,
Das ist unser Kapitän.
Hol-la-hi, hol-la-h
Hol-la-hi-a hi-a hi-a, hol-la-ho