Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Rock

Writers Mark Selby, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Danny Tate

Genres Rock

Recorded 1997

Lyrics YOU CAN KEEP
WHATEVER YOU WANT BABY.
TAKE WHATEVER YOU NEED.
SWEEP UP THE PIECES
OF THIS BROKEN LOVE
AS A TOKEN TO REMEMBER ME.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.

YOU CAN THINK
WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BABY,
BELIEVE WHATEVER YOU WANNA BELIEVE.
DEEP IN MY HEART
I'VE LOVED YOU,
BUT MY HEART'S LIKE A TUMBLEWEED.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.

WELL, I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU,
NEVER WANTED TO DESERT YOU.
BUT THAT RESTLESS WIND STARTS BLOWIN',
CAN'T HELP GOIN',
OH YEAH.

DON'T CRY BABY,
YOU DID NOTHIN' WRONG.
DON'T ASK WHY
THIS STONE KEEPS ROLLIN',
IT'S JUST GOIN',
GOIN',
GOIN',
LONG GONE.
Alt. Title Grits Ain't Groceries

Writers Titus Turner

Genres Standard, Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues

Recorded 1969

Lyrics WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD
I'D RATHER BE A FLY,
I'LL LIGHT ON MY BABY
AND STAY WITH HER
'TILL I DIE.
WITH A TOOTHPICK
IN MY HAND,
I'D DIG
A TEN FOOT DITCH,
AND RUN
THROUGH THE JUNGLE
FIGHTIN' LIONS
WITH A SWITCH.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
YES, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD
I GOT BLISTERS
ON MY FEET,
TRYIN' TO FIND
MY BABY
AND BRING HER HOME
WITH ME.
YOU BETTER
RUN INTO ME BABY
AND BE CONVINCED,
IF YOU
DON'T RUN INTO ME,
WOMAN,
YOU AIN'T GOT
NO SENSE.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.

ALL AROUND THE WORLD,
I NEVER WILL FORGET,
LOST ALL MY MONEY,
MY WOMAN AND MY PET.
I GOT TO HAVE YOU BABY,
SETTLE FOR NOTHING LESS,
GIVE UP
ALL MY GOODTIME GIRLS
AND BE SET
FOR HAPPINESS.

'CAUSE YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
WELL, YOU KNOW
I WANT YOU BABY,
YES, YOUR SMILING FACE
IS MY HEAVEN IN LIFE.

WELL, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU, BABY,
YES, YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU BABY,
OOH-OOH,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,
BABY,
YEAH,
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU
BABY.

WELL,
IF I DON'T LOVE YOU
BABY,
GRITS AIN'T GROCERIES,
EGGS AIN'T POULTRY,
AND MONA LISA
WAS A MAN.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1977

Lyrics I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY BOY,
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING NEW.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING,
SOMETHING
LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK.
WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYONS ROCK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
IN THE MIDDLE
OF A STEAMY NIGHT
I'M TOSSING IN MY SLEEP.
AND IN THE MIDDLE
OF A RED-EYED DREAM
I SEE YOU COMING,
COMING ON TO ME.
I WAS OUT ON THE PROWL,
DOWN BY THE EDGE
OF THE TRACK,
AND LIKE THE SON OF A JACKAL,
I'M THE LEADER OF THE PACK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.

OH, BABY,
I'M A HUNTER
IN THE DARK OF THE FOREST,
I'VE BEEN STALKING YOU,
AND TRACKING YOU DOWN.
CRUISING UP AND DOWN
THE MAIN DRAG
ALL NIGHT LONG.
WE COULD BE STANDING
ON TOP OF THE WORLD,
INSTEAD OF SINKING
FURTHER DOWN IN THE MUD.
YOU AND ME,
'ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT,
YOU AND ME,
'ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT,
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST,
DRAW FIRST,
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
SOMEONE'S
GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
OOH,
I GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.
OOH,
I GOT TO DRAW FIRST BLOOD.

I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY BOY,
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING NEW.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING,
SOMETHING LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK.
WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYONS ROCK.
BUT, EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
WELL I WAS NOTHING
BUT A LONELY,
ALL-AMERICAN BOY,
LOOKING OUT FOR SOMETHING TO DO.
AND YOU WERE NOTHING
BUT A LONELY
ALL-AMERICAN GIRL,
BUT YOU WERE SOMETHING
LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE.
I WAS A UNIVERSITY TACKLE,
AND A HELL OF A BLOCK,
AND WHEN I PLAYED MY GUITAR,
I MADE THE CANYON ROCK.
BUT EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT,
I FELT THE FEVER GROW.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
ALL REVVED UP,
AND NO PLACE TO GO.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1993

Lyrics [INSTRUMENTAL]
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Willie Mae (Big Mama) Thornton

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Pop, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad, Blues

Recorded 1968

Lyrics SITTING DOWN BY MY WINDOW,
AND I WAS LOOKIN' OUT AT THE RAIN
SITTING DOWN BY MY WINDOW, BABY,
AND I WAS SITTIN' THERE
LOOKIN' OUT AT THE RAIN
YOU KNOW SOMETHIN' STRUCK ME,
CLAMPED ON TO ME JUST LIKE A...
JUST LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN.

I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS
I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS TO ME
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,
AND I'M SO SICK
AND TIRED OF LIVIN' IN MISERY.

I KNOW YOU GONNA MISS ME, BABY,
OH YES, YOU'RE GONNA MISS
ALL OF THOSE SWEET THINGS.
I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME, BABY,
YOU'RE GONNA MISS
ALL OF THOSE SWEET, SWEET THINGS.
AND THEN YOU'LL FIND
THAT YOUR WHOLE LIFE
WILL BE LIKE MINE,
ALL WRAPPED UP
LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN.

I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO THESE OL' MEAN THINGS
I SAID, OH, OH, BABY,
WHY YOU WANNA DO
THESE OL' MEAN THINGS TO ME
I SAID THAT LOVE'S
GONNA LAST WITH YOU FOREVER,
IT'S GONNA LAST,
I SAID IT'S GONNA LAST,
OH, GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY,
FOR ALL ETERNITY,
WHOA, YEAH.
Writers Jim Steinman

Genres Classic Rock, Rock

Recorded 1977

Lyrics THE SIRENS
ARE SCREAMING
AND THE FIRES
ARE HOWLING
WAY DOWN
IN THE VALLEY
TONIGHT.
THERE'S A MAN
IN THE SHADOWS
WITH A GUN
IN HIS EYE,
AND A BLADE SHINING
OH, SO BRIGHT.
THERE'S EVIL
IN THE AIR
AND THERE'S THUNDER
IN THE SKY,
AND A KILLER'S ON
THE BLOODSHOT STREETS.
AND DOWN IN THE TUNNEL
WHERE THE DEADLY
ARE RISING,
OH, I SWEAR
I SAW A YOUNG BOY
DOWN IN THE GUTTER,
HE WAS STARTING
TO FOAM
IN THE HEAT.

OH, BABY,
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
IN THIS WHOLE WORLD
THAT'S PURE
AND GOOD
AND RIGHT.
AND WHEREVER
YOU ARE,
AND WHEREVER
YOU GO,
THERE'S ALWAYS GONNA BE
SOME LIGHT.
BUT I GOTTA GET OUT,
I GOTTA BREAK IT OUT
NOW,
BEFORE THE FINAL CRACK
OF DAWN.
SO WE GOTTA MAKE
THE MOST
OF OUR ONE NIGHT
TOGETHER,
WHEN IT'S OVER
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH BE
SO ALONE.

LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT IS OVER,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE,
GONE,
GONE.
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
BUT WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN
AND THE MOONLIGHT'S
SHINING THROUGH...
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.

I'M GONNA HIT
THE HIGHWAY
LIKE A BATTERING RAM
ON A SILVER
BLACK
PHANTOM BIKE.
WHEN THE METAL
IS HOT
AND THE ENGINE
IS HUNGRY,
AND WE'RE ALL
ABOUT TO SEE
THE LIGHT.
NOTHING EVER GROWS
IN THIS ROTTING
OLD HOLE,
AND EVERYTHING
IS STUNTED
AND LOST.
AND NOTHING
REALLY ROCKS
AND NOTHING
REALLY ROLLS,
AND NOTHING'S
EVER
WORTH THE COST.
AND I KNOW
THAT I'M DAMNED
IF I NEVER GET OUT,
AND MAYBE I'M DAMNED
IF I DO.
BUT WITH EVERY OTHER BEAT
I GOT LEFT IN MY HEART,
YOU KNOW I'D RATHER
BE DAMNED WITH YOU.
IF I GOTTA
BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT
WITH YOU.
IF I GOTTA
BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
GOTTA BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
GOTTA BE DAMNED,
YOU KNOW I WANNA
BE DAMNED,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT,
DANCING
THROUGH THE NIGHT
WITH YOU.
OH,

THE SIRENS
ARE SCREAMING
AND THE FIRES
ARE HOWLING
WAY DOWN
IN THE VALLEY
TONIGHT.
THERE'S A MAN
IN THE SHADOWS
WITH A GUN
IN HIS EYE,
AND A BLADE SHINING
OH, SO BRIGHT.
THERE'S EVIL
IN THE AIR
AND THERE'S THUNDER
IN THE SKY,
AND A KILLER'S ON
THE BLOODSHOT STREETS.
AND DOWN IN THE TUNNEL
WHERE THE DEADLY
ARE RISING,
OH, I SWEAR
I SAW A YOUNG BOY
DOWN IN THE GUTTER,
HE WAS STARTING
TO FOAM
IN THE HEAT.

OH, BABY,
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
IN THIS WHOLE WORLD
THAT'S PURE
AND GOOD
AND RIGHT.
AND WHEREVER
YOU ARE,
AND WHEREVER
YOU GO,
THERE'S ALWAYS
GONNA BE SOME LIGHT.
BUT I GOTTA GET OUT,
I GOTTA BREAK IT
OUT NOW,
BEFORE
THE FINAL CRACK
OF DAWN.
SO WE GOTTA MAKE
THE MOST
OF OUR ONE NIGHT
TOGETHER,
WHEN IT'S OVER
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH BE
SO ALONE.

LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT IS OVER,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE,
GONE,
GONE.
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL,
I'LL BE GONE
WHEN THE MORNING COMES.
BUT WHEN THE DAY IS DONE
AND THE SUN GOES DOWN
AND THE MOONLIGHT'S
SHINING THROUGH...
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.
THEN LIKE A SINNER
BEFORE THE GATES
OF HEAVEN,
I'LL COME CRAWLING
ON BACK TO YOU.

I CAN SEE MYSELF
TEARING UP THE ROAD,
FASTER THAN ANY OTHER BOY
HAS EVER GONE.
AND MY SKIN IS RAW
BUT MY SOUL IS RIPE,
AND NO ONE'S GONNA
STOP ME NOW,
I'M GONNA MAKE
MY ESCAPE!
BUT I CAN'T STOP
THINKING OF YOU,
AND I NEVER SEE
THE SUDDEN CURVE
TILL IT'S WAY
TOO LATE.
AND I NEVER SEE
THE SUDDEN CURVE
TILL IT'S WAY
TOO LATE.

THEN I'M DYING
AT THE BOTTOM
OF THE PIT
IN THE BLAZING SUN.
TORN AND TWISTED
AT THE FOOT
OF A BURNING BIKE.
AND I THINK

SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE
MUST BE TOLLING
A BELL.
AND THE LAST THING
I SEE
IS MY HEART
STILL BEATING.
BREAKING OUT
OF MY BODY,
AND FLYING AWAY,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
THEN I'M DYING
AT THE BOTTOM
OF A PIT
IN THE BLAZING SUN.
TORN AND TWISTED
AT THE FOOT
OF A BURNING BIKE.
AND I THINK
SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE
MUST BE TOLLING
A BELL.
AND THE LAST THING
I SEE
IS MY HEART,
STILL BEATING...
STILL BEATING.
BREAKING OUT
OF MY BODY
AND FLYING AWAY,
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
Writers Valerie Broussard, Alex Forbes

Genres Rock, Pop

Recorded 2015

Lyrics I DIVE IN TOO DEEP,
SOUL LEAVES MY BODY,
THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED
TO HAPPEN.
WORDS
FALL FROM YOUR LIPS,
ALL I KNOW
IS THIS
BEEN DRIVEN TO DISTRACTION.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.

I KEEP TAKING OFF
BEFORE ALL IS LOST,
'CUZ I CAN
ALMOST TASTE THE DANGER.
I'LL JUST CLOSE MY EYES,
BLOCK OUT ALL THE NOISE,
SUCH SWEET SURRENDER.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.

DA DA,
DA DA,
DA OOH.

SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
CAN'T STOP THINKING
'BOUT YOU,
I TRIED
BUT I DON'T WANT TO.
SINK BACK
INTO THE BATH WATER,
IT'S TIME
YOU KNEW THE TRUTH
I TRIED TO FORGET YOU.
Alt. Title Big Ten Inch Record

Writers Fred Weismantel

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1975

Lyrics GOT ME THE STRANGEST WOMAN,
BELIEVE ME,
THIS CHICK'S NO CINCH.
BUT I REALLY GET HER GOIN'
WHEN I TAKE OUT
MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

LAST NIGHT I TRIED TO TEASE HER;
I GAVE HER A LITTLE PINCH.
BUT SHE SAID,
NOW STOP THAT JIVIN'
AND GET OUT THAT BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

I COVER HER WITH KISSES
WHEN WE'RE IN A LOVERS' CLINCH,
AND WHEN SHE GETS ALL EXCITED
SHE BEGS FOR MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

MY GAL DON'T GO FOR SMOKIN',
AND LIQUOR JUST MAKES HER FLINCH.
SEEMS SHE JUST GOES FOR NOTHING
EXCEPT MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.
Writers Mark Selby, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, Tia Sillers

Genres Rock, Country

Recorded 1998

Lyrics verse 1:
NIGHT FALLS AND I'M ALONE.
SKIN CHILLED TO THE BONE.
YOU TURNED AND YOU RAN,
SLIPPED RIGHT FROM MY HANDS.

Chorus:
BLUE ON BLACK,
TEARS ON A RIVER.
PUSH ON SHOVE,
DON'T MEAN MUCH.
JOKER ON JACK,
MATCH ON A FIRE.
COLD ON ICE,
A DEAD MAN'S TOUCH.
WHISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T MEAN A THING.
WON'T BRING YOU BACK,
BLUE ON BLACK.

verse 2:
BLIND, NOW I SEE TRUTH,
LIES, AND IN BETWEEN.
WRONG CAN'T BE UNDONE,
SLIPPED FROM THE TIP
OF YOUR TONGUE.

Chorus:
BLUE ON BLACK,
TEARS ON A RIVER.
PUSH ON SHOVE,
DON'T MEAN MUCH.
JOKER ON JACK,
MATCH ON A FIRE.
COLD ON ICE,
A DEAD MAN'S TOUCH.
WHISPER ON A SCREAM
DOESN'T MEAN A THING.
WON'T BRING YOU BACK,
BLUE ON BLACK.
Writers Bruce Cockburn

Genres Rock, Pop, Folk

Recorded 1985

Lyrics PADDED WITH POWER
HERE THEY COME,
INTERNATIONAL LOAN SHARKS BACKED BY THE GUNS
OF MARKET HUNGRY
MILITARY PROFITEERS
WHOSE WORD IS A SWAMP
AND WHOSE BROW IS SMEARED
WITH THE BLOOD OF THE POOR.

WHO ROB LIFE OF ITS QUALITY,
WHO RENDER RAGE A NECESSITY
BY TURNING COUNTRIES
INTO LABOR CAMPS
MODERN SLAVERS IN DRAG
AS CHAMPIONS OF FREEDOM.

SINISTER CYNICAL INSTRUMENT
WHO MAKES THE GUN
INTO A SACRAMENT,
THE ONLY RESPONSE
TO THE DEIFICATION OF TYRANNY
BY SO CALLED DEVELOPED NATIONS'
IDOLATRY OF IDEOLOGY.

NORTH SOUTH EAST WEST,
KILL THE BEST
AND BUY THE REST,
IT'S JUST SPEND A BUCK
TO MAKE A BUCK,
YOU DON'T REALLY GIVE
A FLYING FUCK
ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN MISERY.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET,
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT

SEE THE PAID OFF
LOCAL BOTTOM FEEDERS
PASSING THEMSELVES OFF
AS LEADERS,
KISS THE LADIES,
SHAKE HANDS WITH THE FELLOWS,
OPEN FOR BUSINESS
LIKE A CHEAP BORDELLO.

AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY,
AND THEY CALL IT DEMOCRACY.

SEE THE LOADED EYES
OF THE CHILDREN TOO,
TRYING TO MAKE THE BEST OF IT
THE WAY KIDS DO.
ONE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO RISE FROM YOUR HABITUAL FEAST
TO FIND YOURSELF STARING DOWN THE THROAT OF THE BEAST
THEY CALL THE REVOLUTION.

IMF DIRTY MF
TAKES AWAY EVERYTHING
IT CAN GET.
ALWAYS MAKING CERTAIN
THAT THERE'S ONE THING LEFT,
KEEP THEM ON THE HOOK
WITH INSUPPORTABLE DEBT.
Writers Garry Bonner, Alan Gordon

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Pop

Recorded 1970

Lyrics SLIPPIN' AWAY,
SITTIN' ON A PILLOW,
WAITIN' FOR THE NIGHT
TO FALL.
A GIRL AND A DREAM
SITTIN' ON A PILLOW.
THIS IS THE NIGHT
TO GO TO
THE CELEBRITY BALL.
SATIN AND LACE,
ISN'T IT A PITY,
DIDN'T FIND TIME
TO CALL.
READY OR NOT,
GONNA MAKE IT TO THE CITY,
THIS IS THE NIGHT
TO GO TO
THE CELEBRITY BALL.

DRESS UP TONIGHT,
WHY BE LONELY?
YOU'LL STAY AT HOME
AND YOU'LL BE ALONE,
SO WHY BE LONELY?

SITTIN' ALONE,
SITTIN' ON A PILLOW,
WAITING TO
CLIMB THE WALLS.
MAYBE TONIGHT
DEPENDING HOW
YOUR DREAM GOES
SHE'LL OPEN HER EYES
WHEN SHE GOES TO
THE CELEBRITY BALL.

CELEBRATE,
CELEBRATE,
DANCE TO THE MUSIC!
CELEBRATE,
CELEBRATE,
DANCE TO THE MUSIC!
CELEBRATE,
CELEBRATE,
DANCE TO THE MUSIC!
Writers Michael Martin Murphey

Genres Rock, Country

Recorded 1973

Lyrics verse 1:
BURIAL GROUNDS
AND MERRY-GO-ROUNDS
ARE ALL THE SAME
TO ME
HORSES ON POSTS
AND KIDS
AND GHOSTS
ARE SPIRITS
WE OUGHT TO SET FREE.
THEM CITY SLICKER PICKERS
GOT A LOT OF SLICKER LICKS
THAN ME,
BUT RIDING THE RANGE
AND ACTING STRANGE
IS WHERE I WANT TO BE.

Chorus
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
I JUST WANT TO
RIDE AND ROPE
AND HOOT,
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
WANNA BE A SUPERNATURAL
COUNTRY ROCKIN'
GALOOT.

verse 2:
LONE STAR SIPPIN'
AND SKINNY DIPPIN'
AND STEEL GUITARS
AND STARS
ARE JUST AS GOOD
AS HOLLYWOOD
AND THEM BOOGIE-WOOGIE BARS.
GONNA BUY ME A VEST
AND HEAD OUT WEST
MY LITTLE WOMAN
AND MYSELF
WHEN WE COME TO TOWN
THEY'RE GONNA GATHER 'ROUND
AND MARVEL
AT MY LITTLE BABY'S HEALTH.

Chorus
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
I JUST WANT TO
RIDE AND ROPE
AND HOOT,
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
WANNA BE A SUPERNATURAL
COUNTRY ROCKIN'
GALOOT.

verse 3:

NOW BIG RACCOONS
AND HARVEST MOONS
KEEP ROLLIN'
THROUGH MY MIND,
HOME ON THE RANGE
WHERE THE ANTELOPE PLAY
IS VERY HARD TO FIND.
DON'T BURY ME
ON THE LONE PRAIRIE
I'D RATHER PLAY THERE LIVE,
I'M DOIN' MY BEST
TO KEEP MY LITTLE PONY
IN OVERDRIVE.

Chorus:
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
I JUST WANT TO
RIDE AND ROPE
AND HOOT,
I JUST WANT TO BE
A COSMIC COWBOY,
WANNA BE A SUPERNATURAL
COUNTRY ROCKIN'
GALOOT.
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