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Lyrics
TRACKS :
Since I Don't Have You (4:18)
New Rose (2:38)
Down On The Farm (3:23)
Human Being (4:32)
Raw Power (3:10)
Ain't It Fun (4:59)
Buick Makane (2:37)
Hair Of The Dog (3:57)
Attitude (1:29)
Black Leather (3:45)
You Can't Put You Arms Around A Memory (3:34)
I Don't Care About You (2:03)
Look At Your Game, Girl (2:24)
Since I Don't Have You
I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I, I, I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
And I don't have fond desires
And I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked ol' misery
And she's been here since then
(spoken)
Yeah, we're fucked!
I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares
I don't have anything
Since Idon't have you
oh yeah
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!
New Rose
Is she really going out with him?
Hey!
I got a feeling inside of me
It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why, don't know why
These kind of things gotta be
CHORUS:
I got a new rose, I got it good
Yes, I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose in town
See the sun, see the sunny skies
Don't get too close it'll burn your eyes
Don't you run away that way
Come back another day
CHORUS
I never thought this could happen to me
I'm a strange washing machine
I never served somebody this sane
I haven't met her, maybe too late
Hey!
I got a feeling inside of me
It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why, I don't know why
I guess these things've gotta be
CHORUS
Down On TheFarm
All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm
Nobody comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm
They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like cancer
Down here on the farm
Drinkin lemonade shanty
Ain't nobody here to do me harm
But I'm like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm
I wrote a thousand letters
Till my fingers all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm
I call my baby on the telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on the farm
I can't fall in love with a wheat field
I can't fall in love with a barn
When every thing smells like horse-shit
Down here on the farm
Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm
On the fucking farm!
Are you born in a fucking barn or what?
Baaaaaah!
Hold STILL
Human Being
1- 2- 3- 4
Oh yeahh
Oh yeeeahh
Well if you don't like it
Go ahead find your self a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy
Who's gonna be what I ain't
What you need is a plastic doll
With a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through all the madness
And always act so quaint
I said- a, oh yeah, well - a
It's your new friend
You're really
Making a scene, and I've seen you
Bouncing around, from machine to machine
But you know that
They're never really
Never really what they seem
And you can count on
Generate some warmth, then you'll
See just what I mean
Oh baby, baby, baby yeah
CHORUS:
And if I'm acting like a king
Don't ya know it's cos uh I'm a human being
And if I want too many things
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human... oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human
A real proud human being
Won't you give me a little sip
Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you try to give me something
That I'll never ever forget, but now
Could you blow it all
On a million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it
On a best lovin' you've had yet
Oh baby baby, oh yeah
CHORUS
It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
You're tryin' to cover up a big disgrace
Oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Well I may think that
This whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type who's just mad about
Funny little thing that I see, but I can
Color that with history, and make it
Just whatI want it to be, well I'm
Blowin' my change on the fan magazines
With all the Hollywood refugees
Oh baby baby oh yeah
CHORUS
Raw Power
Dance to the beat of the living dead
You'll see baby, stay away from there
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
If your real one and you got the feel
So am I baby let's roll on out ta' here
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
Raw power's got a magic touch
Raw power is much too much
Happiness is a guaranteed
It was made for you and me.
Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power,I can feel it
Raw power, hear it, can't be spared
Popin' eyes and a fashion feed
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
I was tryin', I was tryin' a tell ya what to do
(spoken)
And you know that ain't right
I look in the eyes of the seventh girl
Fall deep in love in the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
If you're alone and you got the shakes
So am I baby and I got what it takes
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
Raw power's got a healing hand
Raw power can destroy a man
Raw power is so more than soul
Got a son called rock and roll.
Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power, I can feel it
Raw power honey, give me a spin
Get up baby and kiss my feet
Everybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Everybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Raw power it's got no place to go
Raw power honey, you don't wanna know
Raw power is a guaranteed O.D.
Raw power is a laughin' at you and me
(spoken)
I wanna know
Can you feel it? ( x4 )
Raw power
Raw power
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Ain't It Fun
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well...that you, you just can't come
Ain't it fun when you know that you gonna die young
It's such fun
Good fun
Such fun
Such fun
Aah such fun
Such fun
Such fun aah
Yeah fun,
Just fun
Such...
Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun, ah
Well, so good to me, they spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it
It was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel it
It happened so fast
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun
Such...
Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the bum
Well, ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
It's such fun
Such fun (x 13)
Buick Makane
Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl
Rainy lady
Queen of the rock will ya
Queen of the rock will ya
Help me roll
Help me roll
(spoken)
See my soul
Sire, sire
You're just a sexual goddess
You're just a sexual goddess
Be my plane
Oh, in the rain
Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl
I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
Hair Of TheDog
(spoken)
Give me a little bit of volume on this
You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker
I've been told about you
I've seen y'on the midnight show girl
A-what they been sayin' must be true
Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues
CHORUS:
Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Talkin' jive and poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man take a bold thinker
I ain't so blind I can't see
Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues
CHORUS
CHORUS (x5)
Attitude
Yeah!
Attitude
'ts a fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!
Attitude, what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Attitude is what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
Yeah, right
Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the mother-fuckin' guitar!
Oh, attitude
'ts a fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Oh, attitude
'ts a fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Black Leather
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street
And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Ooh
Ooh
Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone
And I can hear her boots as she's near her home
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
CHORUS:
Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
I never should asked for black leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Oow black leather
And you can try to hide, but you won't get far
You can let her in, and you'll start it again
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
CHORUS
Ooh
Ooh
Black Leather (x 8)
You Can't Put Your Arms Around A
Memory
(spoken)
This one's for you Johhny
It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean, I didn't try
I just never know, why
It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone
It's so restless, I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try
You're just a basket case
And you got no name
Could you live with me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try
(spoken)
Johnny you're me
Yeah, you're memory
I wanna put my arms around your memory
I can't try…
I can't try
Don't try
I Don't Care About You
Yeah!
I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C
I've seen empty hands that was waitin' to freeze
Up from the power at home
CHORUS:
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I've seen Hollywood Boulevard
Welfare hotel
And I spent the night in jail
At the Wilcox Hotel
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well he died while we just stood there lookin' at him
Ain't he cute?
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
I seen mad rollin' drunks
I seen bodies in the streets
I saw a man who was sleepin' in his own puke
And a man with no legs crawlin' down
Fifth Street tryin' just to get somethin' to eat
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
(spoken)
Uh, that hurt man
Alright
Perfect
Look At Your Game, Girl
There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving baby
But all your doing is crying
Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl
What a madd elusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game
The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you
Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Go on, Look at your game, girl
Can you feel
I know those feelings ain't real
Then you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game
(spoken)
Thanks, Chas
Jack
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