1. |
Final Wild Son
02:34
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Starting out from Ferraday like a runaway bus
Moving north toward Memphis in a cloud of highway dust
Rolling to the rhythm of a sound he never hears
He's possessed by something which never comes quite clear
Although it might be coming from above
It always brings him down
I'm sorry Mr. Phillips about Presley and the rest
But as you know I'm Elmo's boy, I'm different from the rest
From Tupelo to Natchez they all answer to my name
Their belief in God above is driving them insane
And if I die before I wake, there'll be no soul left to take
Hellfire is a-callin' like a leper come a-crawlin'
Kicking down the doors of your life
Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind
They ain't gigs when they's your life
Hellfire is a-bawlin' like some baby come a-crawlin'
Kicking down the doors of your life
Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind
They ain't gigs when they's your life
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2. |
Still Get By
02:51
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But just a little girl
She's not too cool
Right out of school
I will not believe it
If she said it was the truth
Hangin' with a crowd
She's seen goin' up and down
As the story goes
She still gets clothes
From the lost and found
I am not afraid of being left
With her I said
Just a puppet on a string
I might as well be dead
On and on it gies stupid gil
Where's your clothes
And when she cries
I hope than I can still get by
Still get by
I hope I can still get by
I hope I can still get by
I hope I can still get by
I hope I can still get by
I hope I can still get by
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3. |
Ivory Tower
03:02
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4. |
Run Dusty Run
02:28
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5. |
(Sweet) Mental Revenge
02:52
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6. |
Fair Game
02:39
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Tell me yes tell me where did you first know her
She's all you could ask for and more
She doesn't walk so much as she glides on by ya'
I'm hoping she's fair game for sure
To be in her arms you'd be one in a million
I'm hoping she counts up that far
In dreams she's a wonder, in life she's an angel
St. Peter, please open your door
What would you think if you saw me right with her
You'd probably laugh then I'm sure
No one in their right mind would think I could give her
A home or a love to endure
If she's only fair game I'll pray she'll take my name
Strange things have happened before
But fair game or no game perhaps it's just the same
If I walked her straight to her door
Many's the time that I wanted to tell her
To take me, I'm already yours
As time slips on by I'm still counting the hours
This fever must wait for a cure
Yet I need no showman with no magic potion
I'm headed for no doctor's door
Good feelin' is one thing and I'm feelin' no pain
Fair game is love when you're poor
Fair game is love when you're poor
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Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Tell it to him, leave me alone
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Hurry, you can call him at home
Better get out of my sight boys
Tell you I'm a busy man
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
He'll do what he can
Now folks got fears that they want the law to set right
And they don't get settled by riding with hoods through the night
There'll always be people to pick you up after somebody's put you down
So gimme a break and put back what you'd take
While the law still ain't around
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Tell it to him, leave me alone
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Hurry, you can call him at home
Better get out of my sight boys
Tell you I'm a busy man
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
He'll do what he can
You come a-stompin' in here like you own the joint and that's wrong
You probably think I wanna hear your sad sad song
Well maybe sometime when I was younger I'd put up with that swill
But I been a jailer for twenty-three years now and I got no time to kill
Now I don't care what crimes you done tonight
Nor do I care who's wroing or who's right
All I know is my life's been very hard
And the judge he lives in a house with a big big yard
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Tell it, tell it, tell it
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8. |
Wreck Of The 809
03:58
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One day I walked out my doorway
I was young, younger than today
I couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes
People running screamin' runnin' and a fire lightin' up the sky
Well my daddy rode the train to take him to the factory
Where he slaved eatin' shit to save my mama and me
Now the sirens kee a-comin' and I heard somebody say
140 people were ridin' that train today
Wreck of the 809
I couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes
People running screamin' runnin' and a fire lightin' up the sky
Well the crowd thinned out several hours later
And I asked a policeman about my daddy was he alright
Then I saw my mama crying and I heard somebody say
107 people won't be comin' back home today
Wreck of the 809
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9. |
Too Close To The Light
04:13
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They've all made you feel so safe
Brought us to an imagined place
A little warmer you'd have to say
A kinda quiet place to stay
Taught us how the wrong could be right
We've been all living too close to the light
Taught us how thw wrong can be right
We've been all living too close to the light
Ashes and sand all around you now
There ain't no way when there ain't no how
Like a lawman checking your ID
First thing you know you're a little less free
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They were standing there together like a statue by Monet
I knew that it was over by the way she had her say
Her pockets held her glasses, her glasses held her staes
I knew that it was over by the way she combed her hair
For all my troubles, I never got to meet the mom
There never was a time when she'd given me a break
Even on our first date she hadda make me wait
With her questions ou of nowhere and my answers 'bout the same
By the time I got her to the door I didn't know my name
For all my troubles, I never got to meet the mom (no never, never, no never, never)
Never got to meet the mom
Never to shake her palm
Never got to be in love
Or kiss her 'neath the stars above
Though her daughter was quite cute
With her hips and her father's loot
I like 'em older than the rest
I like 'em when they've passed the test
She needed to know everything about which side I'm on
Afghanistan, the Russians and even Vietnam
Gun control and rock'n'roll and what to do with Guam
Abortion, mob extortion and of course the neutron bomb
For all my troubles, I never got to meet the mom
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11. |
I Had A Dream
03:53
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Tried so hard to explain
The way things are and how quick they can change
But you never listened you just turned your head
Never even heard a single word that he said
While it's true now that I'm not a saint
I felt pain when you live to hate
Said it before and I'll say it again
Leave me alone man or treat me like a friend
I had a dream last night
Everybody's laughing and everything was alright
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
I had a dream last night
Nobody's crying, nobody's frightened
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
Well if it seems like I sound like the rest
We're trying hard not to be too depressed
Once they take everything I've left, it's so easy
So if you're dreaming I hhope that you do
Wish for the best and hope that it comes true
Who knows what they'll leave when they're through
I had a dream last night
Everybody's laughing and everything was alright
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
I had a dream last night
Nobody's crying, nobody's frightened
Still some hope in sight, that was last night
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12. |
Join My Gang
02:49
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We tried to tell you
How much we want you
But you didn't listen
You didn't care
We tied to help you
We tried to warn you
But you don't want a gang around
'cause you don't swear
But we're pretty tough friends to use
So you'd better beware
Come join my gang
You don't like brick fights
You don't smash street lights
But that's all we like to do
That's all we'll do to you
But we're pretty tough men to piss
So you'd better beware
Come join my gang
The times are falling
The mood is right
The moment's passing
Join us tonight
We tried to help you
Yes we tried to warn you
But you don't wan't a gang around
'Cause you don't care
But we're pretty tough friends to use
So you'd better beware
Join my gang
Joing my gang
Join my gang
Join my gang
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Written by Stephen McCarthy/Des Brewer
I don't care what's right, I don't care what's wrong
I just spend my time tying to get along
I don't need your help, I don't need advice
I don't need no lesson on how to run my life
Do what you want it's all the same
Just count me out of your own game
I'm a fool but that's alright
Rather be the fool yeah, than hung up on rules that fit too tight
You know just what's right, you know just what's wrong
It's all black and white, you knew all along
I don't need your help, I don't need advice
Don't you try and tell me how to run my life
Repeat chorus
Repeat first verse
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14. |
10-5-60
03:12
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At every little party
It gets a little hard
To get 'em up and dancin'
To make 'em walk the yard
If the Dancers don't feel it
Nobody's gonna move
Yet if they just shake it
You'll really hear a groove
Now every time I'm feel it
I always catch a fire
Drummer keepin' up the time
Sound just like a choir
If the band don't feel it
Push will come to shove
Or on a riff they'll steal it
A sound from up above
I need ten five sixty times
I'm working out my problems as I'm working out my mind
I need ten five sixty times
I'm working out my problems as I'm working out my mind
People comin' through the doors
Party goin' on
People coming down the street
Been here much too long
If the cops don't catch us
We'll probably go to jail
If the cops do nab us
We'll never get the bail
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15. |
Born To Believe In You
03:08
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Born to believe in you
I guess I'll be your fool
I guess I'll be with you
Born to believe in you
What else can I do
Who holds me close as you
Where else can I turn
Where else can I learn
Who'll put my fears aside
Born to believe in you
I guess I'll be your fool
I guess I'll stay with you
Suppose we run away
Suppose we leave today
Suppose we both go away for a while
Born to believe in you
Baby don't be so cruel
I guess I'll always love you
Born to believe in you
No one else will do
I guess I'll be with you
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16. |
The Trip
02:39
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Tried so hard to remember
The way it used to be
Always running and hiding
Away from authority
Pack up all your belongings
Won't you come with me
With his brothers and sisters
He'll control this destiny
Well he made that trip
He's not going back
He kinda likes it here
Where his family's at
Now somebody else is walking down the road
For the very same reason
Seems so close you can touch it
Oh they shoot you down
When you think about leaving
So once you make your decision
There is no turning back
Once you make a decision boy
Tell you that's where its at
Well he made that trip
He's not going back
He kinda likes it here
Where his family's at
Still he was a bit younger
Than he was before
Some one coming down the hallway
And he up, knock on the door
So pack up all your belongings
Won't you come with me
With his brothers and sister
He'll control this destiny
Well he made that trip
He's not going back
He kinda likes it here
Where his family's at
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17. |
And She Rides
04:33
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And she comes right where you are
And she rides by on a star
And she comes away
And she rides today
And she rides
See the people all around
See the smile against the frown
And she comes away
And she rides today
And she rides
All the little children singing in the street
Never tell you whcih one to meet
And she comes right where you are
And she rides by on a star
And she comes away
And she rides today
And she rides
Never tell you which one to meet
And she rides
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18. |
Time Keeps Travelling
03:37
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19. |
I Can't Hide
03:11
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20. |
Masters Of War
04:33
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Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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21. |
Still Get By
02:53
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22. |
10-5-60
03:06
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23. |
And She Rides
04:00
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