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1. |
Cherry Red
02:34
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There I was walking down the beat
Not a dime in my pocket, nothing to eat
It's a slow way of getting and nowhere to be
Then my eyes lit up, oh glory be
There she was parked neat on the street
Her tail fins twinkled in the night heat
It was love at first sight, I told it to me
I dubbed her instantly, her name to be
A flick of the wist, my old friend stiletto
I popped the lock without a scratch on my girl
I sat down smoothly behind the wheel
My hands shook with anticipation and zeal
A minute later the motor shook and squealed
I smiled to the heavens, took off in a peal
That's my girl – Cherry Red
Ain't she a beaut and she a doll
Gonna drive her to hell
Gonna drive her to heaven
Before the law ever catches
A whiff of my tail
Cherry Red
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2. |
A Man with a Song
03:03
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He walked in tall, he walked in sharp
Black suede suit, snake-skin shoes
He smiled kindly, looked in their eyes
Pulled out a gun—and sung
His melody
This ain't no day, ain't no day to die
They gave him cash and gave him gold
He bowed his head, before he left to go
Strolled out slowly and holstered his gun
They rallied quickly, Came out on a run
And then he sung
This ain't no day, ain't no day to die
They looked high, they looked low
They put up bounty, they put up gold
But no one talked, no one told
And to this day, they never found
That one who left three on the ground
This ain't no day, ain't no day to die
This ain't no day, ain't no day to die
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3. |
Whole Lot of Nothing
02:28
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Up in those towers
Princes of greed
Just can't imagine
That need we feed
Monkey on our back
Working till we bleed
Just can't get it right
Can't fill that void
Eyes bright; shadenfreud
Gimme gimme
Need that green
Gimme gimme
I'm a money machine
Gonna make another million
Before I close
Gonna throw it on the pile
And go back for more
Ain't no line
I won't cross
Each and every rule
Is made to break
I'm a capitalist
I'm fabulous
I'll take you to
The pot of gold
Just like a leprechaun
Gimme gimme
Need that green
Gimme gimme
I'm a money machine
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4. |
The River is Running Red
03:17
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The river is running red
Gotta keep your head down
When you're out on that town
Cause the lights are on
But no one is home
It was in the Times
If you had read the lines
The river is running red
Little Jimmy went to a show
Shot a bunch of folks
All full of holes
It could be the guns
Augh, who the hell knows
Maybe something deep and dark inside us all
The river is running red
Two young fools went to school
Packing a whole lot of heat
Fifteen left lying
In a big senseless heap
Some blamed Manson
Or was it a pharmaceutical treat
And the river is running red
So let's ban the guns
Eradicate all fun
Crucify the stars
The Goths and the games, got to go
We'll raise the flag
Hold up a cross and drink to the good old days
And that river is running red
Oh yes she is
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5. |
Bang Bang
03:19
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6. |
The Snitch
02:17
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You're on the move
Sliding in your shoes
Where ya gonna go
Where they won't show
You were the man
Way back when
A million a day
Till they busted your pad
That's a lot of time
They stuck on you
You dropped the dime
For you, yours, and mine
You turned them in
A hundred men
They hid you away
Like a brand new day
Don't, don't
Don't look back
You dream of the day
When the waiting's gone
And that car pulls up
To end your song
Don't, don't
Don't look back
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7. |
Pickpocket
01:57
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You'll never see him
When he comes around
He's just too smooth
Such a clever old hound
Old and feeble
Crooked smile
Quick as lightening
When it's time to steal
You'd never have thought
Until it's through
That old gray man
Who bumped into you
Took all you cash
And your credit cards, too
Pickpocket
And he's gone
You didn't have a clue
When he walked into you
It's just a sleight of hand
And those sticky fingers land
Made off with your cash
And that gold watch, too
Pickpocket
And he's gone
Pickpocket
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8. |
Who's Gonna Drive
03:06
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Three young dudes stumbled outta the bar
The one called Jack tripped on a crack
There's Joe who couldn't stand no more
And little Larry done puked on the car
They picked up jack and threw him the back
Joe got into the front, Larry in next to Jack
Before they had a really good laugh
Cause no one was sitting behind the wheel
Who, who's Gonna drive
I’m asking, who’s gonna drive
Tell me, yeah you’s gonna drive
Oh who, who’s gonna drive
Larry announced he wasn't fit to drive
Joe shook his head and Jack just snored
But Larry had an idea, which was a surprise
It could just work, they'd really survive
Larry got in the front and he took the wheel
Jack in the back leaned forward and held the gear
While Joe on the floor had the clutch, brake, and gas
It could just work, they'd get home alive
Who, who's Gonna drive
I’m asking, who’s gonna drive
Tell me, yeah you’s gonna drive
Oh who, who’s gonna drive
Well they didn't get far, when the crashed into a light
When the cop stepped up and shined in a light
He'd be really hard pressed on who to arrest
He'd be really hard pressed just who to throw in jail
Who, who's Gonna drive
I’m asking, who’s gonna drive
Tell me, yeah you’s gonna drive
Oh who, who’s gonna drive
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9. |
Bleeding Out
02:25
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I look up in the sky
It's awfully blue today
Ain't no future
Ain't much past
And the present seems to be
Full of doubt
Who can say
Who can say
Will it end here
On this here day
How did I miss
That blind-spot
Didn't see it coming at all
'Cause I had it made
Girls, cars, cash and cocaine
Guess lady-luck didn't get paid
Who can say
Who can say
Will it end here
On this here day
I am bleeding
Bleeding away
I am bleeding
Bleeding away
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10. |
Wild Like Fire
02:18
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Don't tell me that you never
I'd call you a liar
Never ever
Pants on fire
I'll take you by the hand
Lead you to the promised land
Of fun, roving
And desire
You can't go home
There's no turning back
You'll be alive
Real live wire
Gonna take from the rich
They don't need it no more
Whatever we fancy
We'll acquire
Just you and me kid
Roaring down the road
Today,
And no tomorrow
Gonna be alive
Wild like fire
Like Fire
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11. |
The Butcher
03:03
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Tell me that you're bad
Tell me that you're good
Tell me that you're sad
Tell me that you would
Show me baby
How you leave 'em lying
Show me now
How cool you could
When I wake up
In the morning
I smell that blood
And I feel good
If I could, I surly would, love my little darlings
But I can't, they make me hurt and deep inside I'm howling
I'll put them to rest like the beasts they are
Without empathy or sorrow
Tell me that you know
Tell me that you'd go
Along with my plan
Tell me that you can
Show me baby
How you love them
Show me now
How you'd put them down
When we wake up
In the morning
And we smell that blood
We'll make – love
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12. |
Round Eyed Girl
04:00
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These dirty bags, and the smell of bleach
The tumbling world of fresh dried sheets
My old white hands who fold by instinct
It ain't the days which is taking it's toll
But the routine which never stops to roll
By the end of the day when I'm all alone
Lying here between these cold gray bones
There's a patch on the wall that I call home
Here she comes
That girl of mine
Here she comes
The round eyed girl
She don't have a name
This girl so fine
The round eyed girl
In these dreams of mine
It's been twenty years I call this here home
But one day soon, I'll be free to roam
The first thing I'll do is rob a bank or two
I'll travel around from town to town
Looking, and searching for that round eyed girl
When I hunt her down this girl so fine
Gonna ask plain and simple this girl of mine
Baby – what is your name?
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13. |
When Midnight Comes
04:47
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There's a smell
That just don't go away
It's cold and wet
Full of piss and hate
Put a scratch on the wall
It's just another day
Where the hell am I
And what the hell is done
Said I killed a man
Shot him down with a gun
Gonna walk the mile
By the end of the day
Cause my time is up
And I got to pay
When midnight comes
I'll be flying high
When midnight comes
It'll be time to fry
It's hard just to know
Just to know
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