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(This is purely from memory, so forgive any errors)
Three, four Three, four
AH, AH
AH, AH
All this energy calling me Back where it comes from It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs
All the little kids growing up on the skids Go, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks" Jumping Jean Genie, Moody James Dean Going, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"
Mama knows but she don't care She's got her worries, too* Seven kids growing up on the skids And the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips Go, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks" Living in sin on a safety pin Going, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"
I got some records from World War Two I play 'em just like me Grandad do He was a rocker and I am, too Oh, Cleveland Rocks Cleveland Rocks So find a place Grab a space Yell and scream for more
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I was a city child With a sideways smile And a worm's-eye point of view
Oh, I knew my way 'Round a backstreet, say But I had my eye on you
Now, I know this guy He's a screwdriver-jiver You know, some automobeam off the streets But he has converted me to rock and roll
Now-ow-ow-ow I just wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie, yeah Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie Boogie, yeah You sure started something
My hair gets longer As the beat gets stronger Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks From guitar licks And I sold my steel-toe shoes
Now I know this guy He's a spiderweb-sider You know, he's hung up on some protection/rejection thing But I have made him see the light
Now-ow-ow-ow He just wanna dance to Honaloochie Boogie, yeah Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie Boogie, yeah You sure started something
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie Boogie, yeah You sure started something
- Ian Hunter (with Mott the Hoople), "Honaloochie Boogie"
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Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet, make it soft and low I'm broke, and I ain't got nowhere to go
Make me down a pallet, close behind your door Make it so my man will never know
We're in the blues, everywhere I see We're in the blues, Honey, everywhere I see No one ever had the blues like me
Where are all you good-time friends of mine? Where are all you good-time friends of mine? When I had a dollar, you treated me so fine But where are you, when I only have a dime?
Make me down a pallet, close behind your door Make it where your woman never goes...
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People will be people No tellin' what they just might do Rich or poor, dumb or smart, high or low IQ Can't believe everything you see Looks don't make no saint Beggar or king, no big thing What you is, or what you ain't
Right or wrong, Mister or Miz You know, the long and the short of it is People will be people
People say they just can't change When deep down, they know they could Some good friend will do you in When it don't do nobody no good After all, they're just people
People pass that buck so fast And wonder where their luck got lost Nobody wants to be in charge But they all wanna' be your boss After all, they're just people...
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I want to raise my freak flag Higher and higher and I want to raise my freak flag And never be alone
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I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress In a room where ya do what ya don't confess Sundown ya better take care If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs Sundown ya better take care If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream And she don't always say what she really means Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
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Find yourself in a situation Couldn’t talk your way out of Stimulate the conversation How do you rise above You try to tell some one But you can’t describe it We’ll start a demonstration Or we’ll create a scene Make noise from our frustration Newspapers, magazines We’ll turn them on their heads You can’t deny it
For once We’ll do what comes naturally We’ll approach it casually With no apology For once We can have the final say Goodbye to yesterday ’Cause they know we’re hear to stay
Pop, pop, pop goes the world New sensation Pop, pop, pop goes the world New creation
With every generation A different set of rules We’ll start with TV stations The radios and schools Just try to have some fun And don’t get caught We’ll capture their attention We’ll make them quite aware Of all of our intentions We’ll make ’em stop and stare They’ll take a second look On second thought
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It could be your time and it might be You can't do nothing about it, it's God's will, thats just how life be One day it hit 'cha, then it's gone And I'm serious, and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper You ain't eat, that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me Get back Satan, don't bother me And that's the way that it's gotta be And real as ever, so I hope you proud of me
You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me... trust me:
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(Because I had to jump on the alcohol-abuse-lyrics bandwagon, doncha' know...)
Welcome to the Kingdom of Drink Magic liquids change the way you think. Over-the-counter medicine To cure the state your head is in And save you when you're well beyond the brink. Welcome to the Kingdom of Drink.
You've been here ten thousand times before I see how you waltzed right through that door. You're quite at home here, obviously So come and sit down next to me And let's explore the reasons why I think You've returned to the Kingdom of Drink.
Rum, Tequila, Vodka, Wine and Gin Each a soldier of your misfortune They stand at attention behind the door And for your peace of mind They'll go to war To liberate your soul from where it sinks Salute the flag in the Kingdom of Drink.
London, San Francisco, New York, Rome Every dive you visit feels like home. And Saudi Arabia's pretty tough But you can find a Guinness If you look hard enough. Just follow the Christians They have that certain stink. Get baptized in the Kingdom of Drink.
The world is overrated, why take part? It's gone straight to Hell in a shopping cart! It's easier to disappear And when you do, you'll find me here. I'm grooving to the broken glasses' clink. Holding court in the Kingdom of Drink...
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Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy The night Kris Kringle went nuts Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I. There's a van from the Eyewitness News And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin' And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why? My my my my my my You used to be such a jolly guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time In a federal prison for his infamous crime Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nicholas flipped Broke his back for some milk and cookies Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy The night St. Nick went insane Realized he's gettin' a raw deal Something finally must have snapped in his brain Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
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David Duchovny, why won't you love me? Why won't you love me?
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Now you're sitting on a Paris train Laughing at your own jokes again Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands When all the world's airbrushed It's a sacred bond of trust
Sometimes... Sometimes... I see right through the scenery The first place that's on my mind The last place I find each time
Sometimes... Sometimes... I swim beyond the scenery The last place that's on my mind The first place I find each time
Now I'm sitting on a Paris train Molten ash falls like rain Fire burns the trees It's a beautiful fatality I love the way you stand your ground Sea moves as mercury To break its perfect skin To dare to die from within
Sometimes... Sometimes... I see much more than's good for me The first thing that's on my mind The last place I look each time
Sometimes... Sometimes... I slip inside the imagery And the last thing that's on my mind's The first thing I'll do each time Each time, each time
Stars racing to burn out Just stars racing to burn out A storm beginning to break Trees standing black against the sky This was inevitable This was inevitable
Sometimes... Sometimes... We can see beyond our history The last place you hope to find The one that's been there all the time
Sometimes... Sometimes... We can swim beyond the scenery The first place that's on your mind The first place you'd find each time Each time...
Stars racing to burn out The storm beginning to break This was inevitable
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