As Ugly as They Wanna Be

Written by scott, young and young (ac/dc)

Diamonds and dust
(home at last) poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis, caviar
Dry martinis, shangri-la
I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
It's yearning
But i'm going to set it free
I'm going in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city
(i'm gonna rule you baby)
Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers freddy, diamond jim
They're getting ready, look out i'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll those loaded dice
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice

Suburban white alcoholic trash
We ain't glam and we ain't trash
We're victims of a society
That fucks with me about sobriety

They say don't drink this and don't drink that
'cause it does a little more than just make you fat
It's a serious disease that you learn about in school
And if your dad's an alcoholic you'll be one too

Mom and dad don't have a clue
The one-fifty-one is now eighty proof
And all the times I borrowed the car
Not as a ride but as a shitface bar

Fuck yeah! I got the venom in my veins
God damn! This shit is drivin' me insane
Boo ya! I ain't ever gonna be the same
Whiplash liquor, sure is quicker
Makes you sicker, it's the best!

Weekend comes and my parents are gone
It's time to party once I mow the lawn
Havin' fun ain't that a fact
It's rock 'n' roll in the cul-de-sac!

Invite everyone and your neighbors too
It's gonna be a whacked out rock 'n' roll zoo
But don't be blabbin' it around my mother
But invite everyone and your skate rat brother

Fuck yeah! I got the venom in my veins
God damn! This shit is drivin' me insane
Boo ya! I ain't ever gonna be the same
Whiplash liquor, sure is quicker
Makes you sicker, it's the best!

Too many times I've seen your kind
Washed upon the shore
Too many times you locked me out
Johnny knockin, knocking at your door

You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But you're holding on too tight

And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide

Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, johnny
Now your time is through

So many highs and lows right now
What are we to do
You know we're trying so damn hard
Johnny just to try and talk to you

You're swimming in an ocean
It's so black and cold
I feel you got the notion
And it's eating at your soul

And when you hold the ticket
For your one way ride
You wonder where you're going
And you can't hide

Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, johnny
What you gonna do
Too bad, too bad, too bad, too bad, johnny
Now your time is through

She said, she knew the answer
He was falling - a falling faster
Round and round and round - no where to go
Someone had to help the boy
He said no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

So many mixed emotions
And they're driving you insane
A grip on some reality
Silence quiet on your window pain

You're looking past the mirror
Yes you've reached the other side
You're striving for the pinnacle
But you're holding on too tight

Funky fresh tunes
And you're walking down the street
And you're trying to find the girl
That you really want to meet

You're flying past the reef
And you're drinking shrunking heads
You wake up in the morning
And you wish that you were dead

As you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight

You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest

Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine

Now the country club is cold
And the country club is mean
The attendants at the country club
Ain't something to be seen

If you're messing with my girl
You're messing with your life
Cause I'm gonna cut you
With a big, big knife
You bet your fuckin' life!

Now as you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight

You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest

Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine

I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear
I wanna tell you a story baby
I hope you wanna hear

Going downtown in the back of a car
Some motha'fucka' left the door ajar
Remember what your parents said
Be home by eight and in your bed

Now as you stagger home
In the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby
They're looking for a fight

You try to play the game
You try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby
Is the sight of your arrest

Jail cell - living hell
Cains off me I'm free
Doing time - one more time
Mine, all mine, all mine