In Concert

I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned
Don't get burned, don't get burned
He don't get burned
I'll show you man who tread on glass
And he don't get cut
Don't get cut, don't get cut
He don't get cut
You can take a knife and slit his throat
And he won't drop dead
Won't drop dead, won't drop dead
He won't drop dead
Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years
And he ain't cut yet
Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet
He ain't cut yet
Hold `em
You've got to crease `em and fold `em
You've got to shape `em and mould `em
Take a piece of their soul man
Well he can take a little moonlight
Suck the poison from a snakebite
Movin' round about midnight
He's got the power of life
See the sacrifice of the virgin women
See the deadly snake and the headless chicken
Take a sip from dripping red
Make it with the living dead
Take you up when you feeling down
When you're sick he will come around
Takes his cures from out the ground
He's the one who can hypnotize
And you'll never believe your eyes
He can cause the dead to rise

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Sergeant baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "blood will flow;
Here padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"trust in me -
God will come to set you free"
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the national guard
When uncle sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

Here's a new dance that you all can do
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do?
Sit back and relax `cos it's good for you
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do?
What's he gonna say?
He's takin' my breath away
Well if you're tired of doing the boogaloo
And you're afraid of doing the swim
`cos you think you will drown
In the noise of the record
And the klutz on the floor
He ain't there anymore
`cos all you wanna do
Is be alone at the bar
All you wanna do is be alone at the bar
You wanna drown in your cocktail
You wanna leave with the laundry
If your mind is trippin'
But your disc is slippin'
Here's what you gotta do -
Nothing
In any tempo and any rhythm
C'mon mac do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
I said c'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Well it's easy
Here's the new dance that you 'll wanna do
So easy
Don't want to annoy ya with my paranoia
Now i'm doing the dance that is good for me
Baby, baby, what's it gonna be?
I ain't no astaire, but i've a right to be
Baby, baby, when's he gonna learn?
Where's he gonna stay?
He's taken my breath away
Well i'm bored with the beat of the shing-a-ling
And the lindy is leaving me cold
`cos i've never been freaky or funky or laid back
And the lush on the floor
Isn't me anymore
And i never ever wanna be alone
At the bar
Never ever wanna be alone at the bar
So c'mon mac do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Won't you c'mon back do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Won't you come on back do the sacro-iliac

Ships don't just disappear in the night
Do they?
People don't really die of fright
Do they?
We all know it just ain't so
So don't be afraid when the table shakes
Don't you
Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes
Don't you
Start to pray they'll go away
And then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
Better be nice to vincent price
Forces at work that we don't understand
Are they?
So don't get the shits if it touches your hand
Don't you
Poltergeists can be so nice
Better be nice to vincent price
What's that noise comin' up from the cellar?
What's it?
It's the restless bones of boris and bela
Boris and bela
Don't go down, they're still around
But then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
And then they can't do nothin' to ya
They can't do nothin' to ya
They just keep walkin' through ya