1. |
Multitudes
03:02
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It's the time
And the place,
It's exactly what we want.
Here we are
With a plan
And a platform to stand on.
Nothing trite, nothing dull,
Nothing outwardly insane.
Here we are among the multitude.
Though the plot
Follows from
How the words are sounding,
Make no mistake,
It's for real.
Far beyond outstanding.
It's the face of the beautiful
New upcoming race.
Here we are among the multitude.
Here we are among the multitude.
The multitude are going out tonight.
Here we are among the multitude.
The multitude are looking cute tonight.
Here we are, arm in arm,
Holding hands, sharing spit,
Weilding knives, getting lit.
Here we are, feeling great,
Hanging out, keeping fit.
Future kings; identikit.
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2. |
Makeover City
02:21
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Somebody told us that this is the fashion
Serpentine trousers, the Velvet Street passion
Come to me closer and gauge my reaction, oh no.
Somebody told us that this is the fashion
Princess line haircuts, the cul de sac faction
Step to me slowly and gauge my reaction, oh no.
Oh no!
Do do do do do. Do do do do do.
Makeover City, so charming and pretty, turns out.
Looks like we've been rolled.
Somebody told us that this is the fashion
Tea-length pyjamas with blood shirt distraction
Pose for me proudly, discard my reaction, oh no.
Somebody told us that this is the fashion
Pleated and cuffed, oh now what's the attraction?
Run from me swiftly, or bear my reaction, oh no.
Oh no!
Do do do do do. Do do do do do.
Seventy nine was a good year for wine, with a twist.
Looks like we've been rolled.
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3. |
Charles C Malone
03:15
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Where did you find me?
Where did you find me?
Alone on the pavement
With no one around me?
Where did you find me?
Where did you find me?
Face down in the gutter
With no one around me?
My clothes are in tatters
'Cause that is the fashion.
But you saw me bleeding
And sprang into action.
The ambulance screamed and
We're off to St. Vincent's.
They asked you some questions,
You gave some descriptions.
Oh no, it's just my luck.
Alive, but what the fuck?
On any other day,
It would be O.K.
They said that they called you;
The number was fiction.
They questioned the neighbors;
You're under suspicion.
There's different suspects
In different boroughs.
They're following leads and
They're keeping it thorough.
Oh no, ...
I can see from the pictures they brought
That my daughter is now
Mrs. Charles C. Malone.
Where did you find me?
Where did you find me?
Or were you the one who
Decided to pound me?
Why did you pound me?
Why did you pound me?
Your conscience kicked in and
You said that you found me.
Oh no, ...
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4. |
At Loggerheads
03:05
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Standing on the corner
Trying to contain myself.
Just waiting for the right time.
Calling on the damaged,
Just trying to find the right excuse.
That scene was so unnerving,
Won't you just
Open up the door?
And you're gone.
When I was still in grade school,
This happened to me once before.
But I was on the other side.
So punch me in the stomach,
And dig your nails into my skin,
And things will be like they were
Before we
Came to loggerheads.
Before we
Came to loggerheads.
And you're gone ...
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5. |
Terry Bradshaw
02:43
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I can't tell you where you are.
I can't give you any money.
If you steal just one thing
From my trunk, take the book
That teaches you how to be so fuckin' happy.
You're the pioneer of doom.
Make me feel like Terry Bradshaw.
On a mediocre day,
Things all seem about the same,
Nothing ventured, nothing lost,
yes I'm so fuckin' happy.
I don't care about the rain,
It's the least of my problems.
When you're down and out there's nothing that can change your mind.
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6. |
Frank McCormick
03:07
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Frank squirmed in a bloody mess
Head cracked, he was nearing death.
30 feet and an iron rail
Marked the end of our hero's tale.
Pumped full of formaldehyde
Pay respects for the way he died.
(It's) so tragic.
Eloise and Frankie II
Just 10 and 12 in '22.
What little Frank had set aside
Won't be enough to get you by.
Frank worked at the factory as a second job
To feed his family.
3 fingers were casualties, and a gimpy hip,
And a gimpy knee.
This American life never came for free.
But look down here, what do I see?
A pile of US currency!
Beneath the floorboards in the den,
Embezzled from the union men.
Frankie II and Eloise,
Looks like your lives will be a breeze!
He stole it!
Did he fall or was he pushed?
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7. |
Tommy
03:04
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Tommy came down, down to the station,
To talk about life and all its frustration.
And it's all for the love of a good man.
And it's all for the love of a friend.
We went in the back and put on a record.
Something by Queen, or maybe T. Rex.
And we talked about boyfriends and girlfriends.
And we talked 'til a quarter to six.
And it's all for the love of a good friend.
And it's all for the love of a friend.
And it's all for the love of a good friend.
And it's all for the love of a friend.
When the night manager
Came back to check on things
He was shocked by what he saw
And he fired me on the spot.
We took off and stopped at 7-11
To pick up supplies, and headed downtown.
We were in no condition for anything,
Hardly human a sight to avoid.
And it's all for the love of a good friend.
And it's all for the love of a friend.
And it's all for the love of a good friend.
And it's all for the love of a friend.
And it's all for the love of a good friend
And it's all for the love...
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8. |
Ken Lay
03:02
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Got the call,
You took the fall:
That's the price for living.
For playin' hard
That's the charge,
still, you made a killing.
It's all or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
I'm sorry mother.
Your new pad
Ain't so bad --
Beats the shack in Gary.
But your new wife
Is in for life
An he seems so scary.
It's all or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
I'm sorry mother.
Counting down from a thousand to two, oh oh.
Sure as hell, there's nothing better to do, oh oh.
La, la la, la la la la la la la, yeah!
I baked a cake
Just for the sake
Of loaning you this tool.
With which you'll make
A grand escape
A scheme so bloody cool.
It's all or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
I'm sorry mother.
Counting backwards from two-thousand to two, oh oh.
Sure as hell, there's nothing better to do, oh oh.
La, la la, la la la la la la la, yeah!
It's all or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be.
All or nothing,
Lucky to be here.
It's all or nothing.
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9. |
A Terrible Situation
02:50
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It's a terrible situation we've got on our hands, it's so very strange.
A cold and cruel manipulation. It's not,
It's not murder, but that could be arranged
Anytime.
In the blink of an eye, at 16th and High,
Just left there to die, for a little white lie.
Oh, looks like you messed with the wrong man again.
Feel it in the autumn air, that it might be.
Feel it in your stiff and brittle bones, tread lightly.
Think about it as you play the game, act wisely
Vengence has a smell, it surely has a name, speak softly.
Or you'll wind up in bed with a hole in your head,
Just for something you said, well, you're better off dead.
They'll skin you with knives and they'll bludgeon your eyes.
While your family looks on, and your blood stains the lawn.
Oh, looks like you messed with the wrong man again.
Looks like you messed with the wrong man again.
Looks like you messed with the wrong man again.
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10. |
The Battlefield
02:56
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Open up the door onto the battlefield.
Crack the window just a touch
To help us all avoid the stench.
This is not a place for fit society,
Or downy rabbits wet with dew,
It's more like a whorehouse or a morgue.
Welcome to our show, the latest tragedy.
The purest, most inspired, divinest comedy.
Excuse us for the mess in here,
It's all about to change.
Just waiting for the right time, and we'll
Start to rearrange it all.
Kingdom come,
Our work is done
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Kingdom come,
Our work is done.
Walking through the corridor, there's nothing new.
This gross embellished fantasy, so strange and barely true.
Just leave your name and number in the bucket by the door.
The transient collector will be positively sure to call.
Kingdom come,
Our work is done
On earth, as it is in heaven.
Kingdom come,
Our work is done.
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11. |
Mother Madrid
03:47
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People said, "you're innocent,"
Until you had the accident.
A clever, safe addiction;
The cover's blown apart.
The letters never meant a lot,
'Cause the picture was unfairly shot.
Your strange but true prescription
We're laughing at you now.
And we all just sit and wonder
Whatever happened to The Kid?
Was it murder or just suicide,
Mother Madrid?
Breathing air so insincere,
Turning oxygen into atmosphere.
Your stupid ammunition,
Adds fire to my gun.
There is no pleasure after dark,
Still no chance of meeting Joan of Arc.
It's a pleasant, dull condition.
We're crying for you now.
And we all just sit and wonder
Whatever happened to The Kid?
Was it murder or just suicide,
Mother Madrid?
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12. |
Confession I
01:32
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I want you so badly
I can't explain it, sadly.
So I will sing to you and
Ramble incoherently, now.
The first time I met you
I thought that I could get you,
But that was not the case,
So I feigned anger just to save face.
The truth is I'm fragile,
And you are more than agile
In all the art and craft of
love/romance, so coy and so daft.
My vision is shattered,
My heart and soul are battered,
But I won't bother you
Recounting how you've made me so blue.
I want you so badly
I can't explain it, sadly.
So I will sing to you and
Ramble incoherently, now.
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