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and i can remember the fourth of july
runnin through the backwoods bare
and i can still hear my old hound dog barkin
chasin down a hoodoo there
chasin down a hoodoo there

born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou

wish that i was on the bayou
rollin with some cajun queen
wish that i was a fast freight train
a just a truckin on down to new orleans

born on the bayou
born on the bayou
born on the bayou

i'd sooner forget but i remember those nights
when life was just a bet on the race between the lights
you had your head on my shoulder had your hand in my hair
now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
well just stay with me baby and i'll take you away
from out of this darkness and into the day
from these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
from the anger that lives on the streets with these names
as i run every red light on memory lane
i seek desperation explode into flames
and i don't wanna see it again
from all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
all the way down the telegraph road

hot coffee on the dashboard a cold front on the way
last night i was in oregon tomorrow santa fe
up for two days running i'm feelin tired inside
down to my last dollar but tonight i'm gonna ride

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

a gold watch in my pocket my daddy gave to me
spent his lifetime working for a home and family
i call him on the phone sometimes i see him when i can
just long enough to check the binds and jump the fence again

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream
and i'll never put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

silver spurs and gold tequila
you know they keep me hanging on
pretty girls in old cantinas
give me shelter from the storm
the miles that i have traveled
the places i have seen
just won't let me put a saddle on this crazy cowboy dream

do you have the time to listen to me whine
about nothing and everything all at once
i am one of those melodramatic fools
neurotic to the bones no doubt about it

sometimes i give myself the creeps
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
it all keeps adding up
i think i'm cracking up
am i just paranoid
am i just stoned?

this is where the party ends
i can't stand here listening to you and your racist friend
i know politics bore you
but i feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend

it was the lovliest party that i've ever attended
if anything was broken i'm sure it could be mended
my head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
listening to some bullethead and the madness that he's saying

this is where the party ends
i just sit here wondering how you can stand by your racist friend
i know politics bore you
but i feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend

oh don't give me none more of that old janx spirit
no, don't you give me none more of that old janx spirit
for my head will fly
my tongue will lie
my eyes will fry
and i may die
won't you pour me one more of that sinful old janx spirit

end of passion play
crumbling away
i’m your source of self-destruction
veins that pump with fear
sucking darkest clear
leading on your deaths construction

taste me you will see
more is all you need
dedicated to
how i’m killing you

come crawling faster
obey your master
your life burns faster
obey your master
master
master of puppets i’m pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me you can’t see a thing
just call my name cause i’ll hear you scream
master
master
just call my name cause i’ll hear you scream
master
master

i press on the elastic sheet, i'm breathing through a slice
are they worms or are they serpents that bubbles through the ice
the source was quite invisible
the ever-present voice
while skating, both legs tracing different shapes i made my choice

mimicking the image in whose radiance i bask
i'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask
none the less reluctantly reflections tumble in
i slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin

he's fallen on the ice, it cracks
will he plunge in and join me here?
he meets my eyes to my surprise
he laughs in full light of my frown
my double wants to pull me down

slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone
the flesh i leave behind is something that is not my own
i beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul
he's leaning back, time to attack, to see who's in control

and every move i make he's got a hand up just in time
he's throwing several punches and he's blocking most of mine
defeated now i sulk and squirm above the frozen heights
waiting, calculating till next he ventures on the ice

he's fallen on the ice, it cracks
will he plunge in and join me here?
he meets my eyes to my surprise
he laughs in full light of my frown
my double wants to pull me down

I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started RAPE:
Rappers Against Phony Entertainers
So we can make it known that we won`t get swayed
It`s ninety-one son, so somethin`s gotta change

Gettin paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (pop pop pop)
Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (drop drop dop)
Why not take your top ten pop hit
fix the music and make senseless ryhmes fit

I guess it`s the fact that you can`t be artistic
Intricate raps, becomin so simplistic
I gotta strong mind it doesn`t have to be spoon-fed
And I can read what doesn`t have to be read

So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked
You go the ways of the weasel (the weasel)

Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel *3X*
Pop goes the weasel, `cuz the weasel goes pop

sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
when the pie was opened the birds began to sing
wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

the king was in the countinghouse counting out his money
the queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey
the maid was in the garden hanging out her clothes
along came a big black bird and bit off her nose

have you seen the little piggies playing in the dirt
and for all the little piggies life is getting worse
always having dirt to play around in

have you seen the bigger piggies in their starched white shirts
you will find the bigger piggies stirring up the dirt
always have clean shirts to play around in

in their sties with all their backing
they don't care what goes on around
in their eyes there's something lacking
what they need's a damn good whacking

everywhere there's lots of piggies living piggie lives
you can see them out for dinner with their piggie wives
clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

BASS!
how low can you go?
death row
what a brother know
once again back is the incredible
rhyme animal
the incredible D
public enemy number one
five oh said FREEZE and i got numb
can i tell em that i really never had a gun
but that's the wax that the terminator X spun
now they got me in a cell
cause my records they sell
cause a brother like me said well
farrakhan's a prophet and i think you oughta listen to
what he can say to you
what you oughta do is follow for now
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
say D make a miracle D pump the lyrical
black is back all in we gonna win
check it out
yeah y'all come on
here we go again

turn it up! bring the noise!
turn it up! bring the noise!

Peter Parker was pitiful
Couldn't have been any shyer
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire

But then one day he went to that science lab
That mutated spider came down
Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone's walls
And he's swingin' all over town

La li la, li de da
La la, li le la da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil doers to fight

Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his
Who horns in on Mary Jane
But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys
Who can kiss upside down in the rain

"With great power comes great responsibility"
That's the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben
If you missed it, don't worry, they'll say the line
Again and again and again

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dom

Now Norman's a billionare scientist
Who never had time for his son
But then something went screwy and before you knew he
Was trying to kill everyone

And he's ridin' around on that glider thing
And he's throwin' that weird pumpkin bomb
Yes, he's wearin' that dumb Power Rangers mask
But he's scarier without it on

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause you're brave and you're strong and so limber now
But where'd you come up with those tights?

It's a pretty sad day at the funeral
Norman Osborn has bitten the dust
And I heard Harry's said he wants Spider-Man dead
Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust

Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now
Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down
Mary Jane, don't you cry, you can give it a try
Again when the sequal comes 'round

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we all sure could use us a hero now
And we think that you'll do all right

welcome my son
welcome to the machine
where have you been?
it's alright we know where you've been
you've been in the pipeline filling in time
provided with toys and scouting for boys
you bought a guitar to punish your ma
and you didn't like school
and you know you're nobody's fool
so welcome to the machine

welcome my son
welcome to the machine
what did you dream?
it's alright we told you what to dream
you dreamed of a big star
he played a mean guitar
he always ate in the steak bar
he loved to drive in his jaguar
so welcome to the machine

breathe
breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave but don't leave me
look around choose your own ground

for long you live and high you fly
smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all you touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be

run rabbit run
dig that hole forget the sun
when at last the work is done
don't sit down it's time to dig another one

for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
waiting for someone or something to show you the way

tired of lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
you are young and life is long
and there is time to kill today
and then one day you find ten years have got behind you
no one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun

so you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death

every year is getting shorter
never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
the time is gone the song is over
thought i'd something more to say

home
home again
i like to be here when i can
when i come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire
far away across the fields
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells

who loves the sun?
who cares that it makes plants grow
who cares what it does since you broke my heart?

who loves the wind
who cares that it makes breezes
who cares what it does since you broke my heart?

ba ba ba baaaa
who loves the sun?
ba ba ba baaaa
who loves the sun?
ba ba ba baaaa
who loves the sun?
ba ba ba baaaa
who loves the sun?

well we all have a face that we hide away forever
and we take them out and show ourselves
when everyone has gone
some are satin some are steel
some are silk and some are leather
they're the faces of the stranger but we love to try them on

don't be afraid to try again
everyone goes south
every now and then
you've done it why can't someone else?
you should know by now
you've been there yourself

once i used to believe i was such a great romancer
then i came home to a woman that i did not recognize
when i pressed her for a reason
she refused to even answer
it was then i felt the stranger kick me right between the eyes

don't be afraid to try again
everyone goes south
every now and then
you've done it why can't someone else?
you should know by now
you've been there yourself

we may never understand where the stranger is inspired
but he is not always evil
and he is not always wrong
though we drown with good intentions
we may never quench the fire
don't give in to your desires when the stranger comes along

don't be afraid to try again
everyone goes south
every now and then
you've done it why can't someone else?
you should know by now
you've been there yourself

all i wanna do is have some fun
i've got a feeling i'm not the only one
all i wanna do is have some fun
until the sun comes up over santa monica boulevard

the wheels on the bus go round and round
round and round
round and round
the wheels on the bus go round and round
all through the town

Dreamed I was an eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don’t be a naughty eskimo
Save your money, don’t go to the show

Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow

i wanna be your dominated love slave
wanna be the one who takes the pain
you can spank me when i do not behave
mack me in the forehead with a chain

cause i love feeling dirty
and i love feeling cheap
and i love it when you hurt me
so drive those staples deep

want you to spank me and call me naughty
put a belt sander against my skin
want to feel pain all over my body
can't wait to be punished for my sins

cause i love feeling dirty
and i love feeling cheap
and i love it when you hurt me
so drive those staples deep

hey old man in women's shoes
i wonder if he knows i think he's crazy
when he was young did he have dreams of
wearing women's shoes and being crazy

it makes me wonder when i grow to be that age
will i be walking down the streets begging for your spare change
or will i grow that old?
will i still be around
the way i carry on i'll end up six feet under ground
and waste away

it seems so frightening
time passes by like lightning
before you know it you're struck down
i always waste my time on
my chemical emotions
it keeps my head spinning around
and waste away

standing in line marking time waiting for the welfare dime
cause they can't buy a job
the man in the silk suit hurries by as he catches the poor ladies' eyes
just for fun he says "get a job"

that's just the way it is
some things will never change
that's just the way it is
but don't you believe them

they say hey little boy you can't go where the others go
cause you don't look like they do
said hey old man how can you stand to think that way
did you really think about it before you made the rules

he said son, that's just the way it is
some things will never change
that's just the way it is
but don't you believe them

well they passed a law in '64 to give to those who ain't got a little more
but it only goes so far
because the law's another mind when all it sees on the hiring time
is the line on the color bar

that's just the way it is
some things will never change
that's just the way it is
but don't you believe them
that's just the way it is
that's just the way it is

a woman came up to me and said
i'd like to change your mind
by hitting it with a rock she said
though i am not unkind
she looked at me
i looked at something written across her scalp
and these are the words that it faintly said
as i tried to call for help

there's only one thing that i know how to do well
and i've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well
and that's be you
be what you're like
be like yourself
and so i'm having a wonderful time but i'd rather be whistling in the dark
whistling in the dark
whistling in the dark
whistling in the dark
there's only one thing that i like and that is whistling in the dark

i was born on a sunday
by thursday i had me a job
well i was born on a sunday
by thursday i was working on a job
i ain't never had a day off
since i learned right from wrong

mama said i was a pain
i did something to her head
mama said i was a pain
i did something to her head
and papa threw me out
said i got to earn my own way

well i woke up sunday morning
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
and the beer i had for breakfast
wasn't bad so i had one more for dessert
then i fumbled in my closet
through my clothes to find my cleanest dirty shirt
then i washed my face and combed my hair
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

i'd smoked my mind the night before
with cigarettes and songs i'd been pickin
then i lit my first and watched a small kid
playin with the can he'd been kicking
then i walked across the street
and caught the sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
then it took me back to something
that i'd lost somewhere somehow along the way

on a sunday morning sidewalk
i'm wishing lord that i was stoned
cause there's something in a sunday
that makes a man feel so alone
and there's nothing short of dying
that's half as lonesome as the sound
of a sleeping city sidewalk
and sunday morning coming down

woke up this morning and i had those walking blues
woke up this morning i had those walking blues
i wasn't walking nowhere...
cause i didn't have no legs!

but it's alright
i'm alright
i'm alright
i'm alright
i'm alright now
cause i got a degree!

i don't mind other guys dancing with my girl
that's fine i know them all pretty well
but i know sometimes i must get out in the light
better leave them behind when the kids are alright
the kids are alright

sometimes i feel i gotta get away
the bells chime i know i gotta get away
and i know if i don't i'll go out of my mind
better leave them behind when the kids are alright
the kids are alright

when i look back at all the crap i learned in high school
it's a wonder i can think at all
and although my lack of education hasn't hurt me none
i can read the writing on the wall

kodachrome
it gives us such nice bright colors
gives us the greens of summer
makes you think all the worlds a sunny day
oh yeah
i got a nikon camera
i love to take a photograph
so mama don't take my kodachrome away

steve walks warily down the street
the brim pulled way down low
ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
machine gun ready to go
are you ready?
are you ready for this?
are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
out of the doorway the bullets rip
to the sound of the beat

another one bites the dust
another one bites the dust
and another one gone and another one gone
another one bites the dust
hey, gonna get you too
another one bites the dust

Are you gonna take me home tonight
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin' world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Oh won't you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
I got stiffness in the bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gone made a big man of me
Now get this

Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside that red firelight
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE!

Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Fat bottomed girls
Yes yes

when my fist clenches crack it open
before i use it and lose my cool
and if i smile give me some bad news
before i laugh and act like a fool

and if i swallow anything evil
put your finger down my throat
and if i shiver please give me a blanket
keep me warm let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

[Chorus
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

[Chorus]

Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

[Chorus]

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "there is no rope" he would scream at the laughing walls "there is only the end. no hope, no rope. doors of perception, windows of opportunity -- these are illusions like the killing floor"

ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldn't be bothered to come up with a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. there is no air in this room, despair is no fun anymore. nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves in the noses of unfulfilled promises. angels sang heysanna hosanna, paralyzed prima donnas danced in the streets all day, but when darkness came everybody went home. i was ready, everyone else was asleep. and while it may have been a relief to see that i was right all along, here i am still -- alone, entrapped, awaiting the endless end

and i can turn it all around and laugh at it. i can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls, louder than charles de gaulle or fulton mall, but i don't know what i'm laughing at. i don't know just what i think is so goddam funny. i don't know why i don't just shut up and give up and lay down and die. what do i have to complain about anyway? ed asked his picasso. i'm a millionaire!

this wasn't exactly true. ed's picasso was an obvious forgery -- his three rothko's had just been singled out in an article in Art Forum magazine as "The Three Most Insignificant Paintings by Mark Rothko" and his barbara krueger's had been irreperably damaged by rein sanction and a few other bands from gainesville who refused to acknowledge the value of art.

come to think of it, ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seemed slightly less bleak. come to think of it, not only does art have no *intrinsic* value, but my collection has no *extrinsic* value either. i know i'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. there is no reason to complain. there is no reason to do anything. i don't believe in reason, objective reality or collective farming. i don't believe in public speaking, which is another reason why i'm here, alone. i don't believe in life, or death. i would kill myself, but i don't believe in suicide. ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block. whistling softly to himself, he re-entered his apartment screaming:

"THERE IS NO LIFE ON THIS PLANET!! JEHOVA-ONE REPLACED ALL LIFE WITH MACHINERY FIVE CENTURIES AGO!! THE SO-CALLED INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION WAS JUST ANOTHER HOAX AND WE ALL FELL FOR IT!! EVEN I FELL FOR IT!! I BELIEVE IN THE STEAM ENGINE EVEN THOUGH I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING!! logical inconsistency is the mr. bubble i bathe in each and every evening, except for yesterday evening when i rode a greyhound over to the masonic temple to play pinochle with pope john paul the first, i really had no choice in the matter"

ed certainly could go on and on, and he did and he would and he could until you or i or somebody does something about it, senator sterno of louisiana ounced over closed circuit television. and as long as he continues to pontificate pointelessly, i will do nothing

ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and stable. his brain was buzzing the way it always did just after jeopardy. he loaded up the microbus with atlases and poseidons and headed for fulton county. i've had it, he sang. i've had it with puns, alliteration, russian literature, italian neo-realism, meaningless cross-references and laundry lists of nonsense. i shall drive without clothing, without a license and if i make it to arkansas, fine, if i'm running late, if i'm running a numbers game it doesn't matter i shall keep on running. yes this is the answer, this is the ending, i shall keep on running, because it's better to feel. pain is better than emptiness, emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is better than this.

My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm in the face of your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bull  fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only

i was dreaming when i wrote this forgive me if it goes astray
but when i woke up this morning coulda sworn it was judgement day
the sky was all purple there were people running everywhere
tryin to run from the destruction you know i didn't even care

they say 2000 zero zero
party's over
oops outta time
yeah so tonight i'm gonna party like it's 1999

i was dreaming when i wrote this so sue me if i go too fast
but life is just a party and parties were meant to last
war is all around us, my body says prepare to fight
so if i'm gonna die i'm gonna listen to my body tonight

they say 2000 zero zero
party's over
oops outta time
so tonight i'm gonna party like it's 1999

Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration

Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)

There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you

Come on now

Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time

It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure

Everyone around the world
Come on!

Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!

Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate

We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right

Baby...

We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right

Yahoo!
Yahoo!

Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)

Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight (Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate)

One more time
One more time

One more time, we’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, alright, don’t stop dancing
Oh yeah, alright, don’t stop dancing
Oh yeah, alright, don’t stop dancing
One more time, we’re gonna celebrate, oh yeah
One more time

One more time, we’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, alright, don’t stop dancing
One more time, we’re gonna celebrate
Oh yeah, don’t stop dancing
One more time

Mmm, you know I'm just feeling
Celebration tonight
Celebrate, don't wait too late
Mmm, you know, know
We don't stop
You can stop
We gonna celebrate
One more time
One more time
One more time
Music's got me feeling a need
Need, yeah
Come on, alright, we gonna celebrate
One more time

Celebrate and dance so free

Music's got me feeling so free
(We’re gonna celebrate)
Celebrate and dance so free

Need, yeah yeah
C’mon, alright
We’re gonna celebrate
One more time
Celebrate and dance for free
Music’s got a feeling so free
Celebrate and dance for free
One more time
Music’s got a feeling so free
(We’re gonna celebrate)
Celebrate and dance for free
One more time
Music’s got a feeling so free
(We’re gonna celebrate)
Celebrate and dance for free
One more time
Music’s got a feeling so free
(We’re gonna celebrate)
Celebrate and dance for free
One more time
Music’s got a feeling so free
(We’re gonna celebrate)
Celebrate and dance for free

Just a gigolo
everywhere I go
people know the part
I'm playing

Paid for every dance
selling each romance
every night some heart
betraying

There will come a day
youth will pass away
then what will they say
about me

When the end comes I know
they'll say just a gigolo
as life goes on
without me

'Cause I aint got nobody
nobody nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
sad and lonely sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama
come and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be
Bop bozadee bozadee bop zitty bop

I ain't got nobody 'cept love songs in love
Hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
hummala bebhuhla zeebuhla bop

I ain't got nobody, nobody,
nobody cares for me
Nobody , nobody
I'm so sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
sad and lonely,
Won't some sweet mama come
and take a chance with me
cause I aint so bad

Get along with me babe,
been singin love songs
All of the time
Even only be, honey only, only be

i live my life like there's no tomorrow
all i got i had to steal
least i don't need to beg or borrow
yes i'm living at a pace that kills

running with the devil
running with the devil

i found the simple life ain't so simple
when i jumped out on that road
i got no love, no love you'd call real
got nobody waiting at home

running with the devil
running with the devil

I get up, and nothing gets me down.
You got it tough. I've seen the toughest around.
And I know, baby, just how you feel.
You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real
Oh can't you see me standing here,
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen.
Oh can't you see what I mean ?
Might as well jump. Jump !
Might as well jump.
Go ahead, jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Aaa-ohh Hey you ! How said that ?
Baby how you been ?
You say you don't know, you won't know
until we begin.
Well can't you see me standing here,
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen.
Oh can't you see what I mean ?
Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
(guitar solo)
(keyboard solo)
Might as well jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump.
Get it and jump. Jump !
Go ahead, jump

hey man, whattya think the teacher's gonna look like this year?
WHOA!!!

t-t-teacher stop that screaming
teacher don't you see
don't wanna be no uptown fool
maybe i should go to hell
but i must be doing well
teacher needs to see me after school

i think of all the education that i missed
but then my homework was never quite like this
got it bad
got it bad
got it bad
i'm hot for teacher
i got it bad so bad
i'm hot for teacher

hey, i heard you missed us we're back!
i brought my pencil
gimme something to write on man!

i heard about your lessons
but lessons are so cold
i've heard about this school
little girl from cherry lane
how could you be so bold
how did you know that golden rule?

i think of all the education that i missed
but then my homework was never quite like this
i got it bad
got it bad
got it bad
i'm hot for teacher
got it bad so bad
i'm hot for teacher

oh man, i think the clock is slow
i don't feel tardy
CLASS DISMISSED

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party!

You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best ***** mag (Bust it!)

You gotta fight for your right to party!

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!

You gotta fight for your right to party!

You gotta fight for your right to party!

cher was a waitress at the only joint in town
she had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
down main street after midnight brand new pack of cigs
a fresh one hangin from her lips a beer between her legs
she rides down to the river to meet with all her friends
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

sonny was a loner older than the rest
he was goin in the navy but couldn't pass the test
so he hung around town and sold a little pot
the law caught wind of sonny and one day he was caught
but he was back in business when they set him free again
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

sonny's playin eight ball at the joint where cher works
when some drunken out of towner put his hand up cher's skirt
sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor
put a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
she's running right behind him, reachin for his hand
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

they jumped into his pickup sonny jammed it down a gear
sonny looked at cher said let's get on outta here
the stars were high above em the moon was in the east
the sun was settin on em when they reached miami beach
they got a hotel by the water and a quart of bombay gin
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

they soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
who knew some cuban refugees who dealt in contraband
sonny met the cubans in a house just off the route
with a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot
the cards were on the table when the law came busting in
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

the cubans grabbed the goodies, sonny grabbed the jack
broke the bathroom window and climbed on out the back
cher drove the pickup through the alley on the side
where a lawman tackled sonny and was reading him his rights
she stepped out in the alley with a single shot 410
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

they left the lawman lying, they made their getaway
got back to the motel just before the break of day
sonny gave her all the money and blew her a little kiss
if they asked you how this happened say i forced you into this
she watched him as his taillights disappeared around the bend
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

it's main street after midnight just like it was before
21 months later at the local grocery store
cher buys a paper and a cold six pack of beer
the headlines read that sonny is going to the chair
she pulls back on main street in her new mercedes benz
the road goes on forever and the party never ends

I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars but I, I'd spend it all
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she'd found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well it's love that I neeeeeed
My soul will have to wait till I get back
Find a heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out
Oh yeah un-huh
Well I swear that I, what I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm going up
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice
To stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk-***
What I really wanna know (my baby)
What I really wanna say, is there's just one way back
And I'll make it
My soul will have to wait

who knows how long i've loved you
you know i love you still
will i wait a lonely lifetime
if you want me to i will

for if i ever saw you
i didn't catch your name
but it never really mattered
i will always feel the same

love you forever and forever
love you with all my heart
love you whenever we're together
love you when we're apart

and when at last i find you
this song will fill the air
sing it loud so i can hear you
make it easy to be near you
for the things you do endear you to me
oh you know i will

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You think you lost your love,
When I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She said you hurt her so
She almost lost her mind.
She said to let you know
You're not the hurting kind.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She loves you, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad.

And now it's up to you,
I think it's only fair,
Pride can hurt you, too,
Apologize to her
Because she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad.
With a love like that
You know you should be glad.
With a love like that,
You know you sho-o-ould
Be Glad!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah Ye-ah.

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Love hurts, love scars, love wounds
And mars, any heart
Not tough or stong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts......ooh,ooh love hurts

I'm young, I know, but even so
I know a thing or two
And I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts......ooh,ooh love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not foolin' me

I know it isn't true, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts......ooh,ooh love hurts
ooh,ooh love hurts

after 2000 came 2000 and one
to be the new champion we were there for to run
from springtime in arizona to the fall in monterrey
the raceways were a battlefield and we fought em all the way

was phoenix in the morning i had a wake up call
she went around without a warning, put me in the wall
i drove long beach california with three cracked vertebrae
and it was on to indianapolis, indiana in may

well the brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn
i climbed a mountain to qualify went flat through the turns
but i was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
and i sat down in gasoline alley and i cried

well we were in at the kill again at the milwaukee mile
and in june up in michigan we were robbed at belle isle
then it was on to portland oregon for the g.i. joe
and i'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go

new england, ontario, we died in the dirt
those walls from mid-ohio to toronto they hurt
so we came to road america where we burned up at the lake
but at the speedway at nazareth i made no mistake

When he was a kid, he'd be up at five
Take shots till eight, make the thing drive
Out after school, back on ice
That was his life, he was gonna play in the Big League
The Big League

Not many ways out of this cold northern town
You work in the mill and get laid in the ground
If you're gonna jump it will be with the game
Real fast and tough is the only clear lane to the Big League

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead
The Big League

All the right moves when he turned eighteen
Scholarship and school on a big U.S. team
Out with his girl near Lake McClean
Hit a truck doing seventy in the wrong lane
To the Big League

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

Never can tell what might come down
Never can tell how much you get
Just don't know, no you never can tell

Sometimes at night I can hear the ice crack
It sounds like thunder and it rips through my back
Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound
Ice meets metal...
"Can't you drive me down to the Big League?"

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

Never can tell what might come down
Never can tell when you might check out
Just don't know, no you never can tell
So do right to others like you do to yourself
In the Big League

harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse
and a fine coal miner for the NCB that was
a fallen angel and jesus on the cross
a skatin ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz

some people they got to paint and draw
harry had to work in clay and stone
like the waves coming to the shore
it was in his blood and his bones
he was ignored by all the trendy boys in london and in leeds
he might as well have been making toys or strings of beads
he couldn't be
no
he couldn't be in the gallery

and then you get an artist who says he doesn't want to paint at all
just takes an empty canvas and sticks it on a wall
birds of a feather all the phonies and all the fakes
while the dealers they get together
and they decide who gets the breaks
and who's gonna be
who's gonna be in the gallery

no lies he wouldn't compromise
no junk no bits of string
and all the lies we subsidize
they just don't mean a thing
i got to say he passed away in obscurity
and now all the vultures are coming down from the tree
he's gonna be
he's gonna be in the gallery

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine