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1. _ Gypsy Road
Living in the city
Can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows
Where there is no sun, there is no breeze
Drinking stale water
Having to pay for the privilege
Talk about your freedom
I'll take you where I think it is
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, oh, Gypsy Road
Living by my own rules
A rebel yell and a rebel creed
Keep your life simple
Try not to take what you don't need
Think about freedom
Dream a little every day
Suddenly you'll find yourself there
Follow me, walk this way (yeah)
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, oh, Gypsy Road
Gypsy Road
(alright)
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams
I'll find my dreams
You'll find yours, too
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2. _ Dive! Dive! Dive!
'Frankly, Seaman Staines, I don't give a damn.'
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
'Down the throat.'
Oh, oh
'I'm straight and normal.'
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Dive! Dive!'
Put an opening shot across your bows
Got tunnel vision, mmm, pull the sheets in now
Let 'em flap, oooh, let 'em rip
This man o' war gonna sink your ship (eoww)
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release till you're deep down inside
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Davy Jones gonna keep your bones
No Monkee business, now you're on your own
Turn your stern and cover me
We're rolling swell, just an old sea dog like me
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release when you're d-d-d-d-deep down inside
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff, we dive at five
Seaman Staines is down below
Torpedoes loaded, he's ready to go
Wait to discharge, waiting to release
('It's a mouth, sir.')
As she rounded the horn, we came up from below
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release when you're deep down inside
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff, we dive at five
'Dive! Dive!'
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
C'mon, c'mon, Dive! Dive! Dive!
Yeah, Dive! Dive! Dive!
C'mon, babe! Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff, we dive at five
'Dive! Dive!'
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Sink it slow
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Sink it deep
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff, we dive at five
'Dive! Dive!'
(laughs)
Are ya cuttin'?
'Seaman Staines, consider yourself discharged.'
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3. _ No Lies
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No heaven, no heaven
No lies
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
Waiting on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang around here, babe - you're leaving soon
On the run from the country, from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watching the windows - part of the sideshow
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick-up artist gets stuck in (uh)
Look 'round here, it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a 5 minute feel
Riding sidesaddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely - part of the scene
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah) [x10]
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4. _ Hell On Wheels
Devil's driving down the track
Helen's wheels, and they won't turn back
Engine racing down a one-way street
Speedo chasing that red-line heat
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger, that's just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Too smart to come, she just arrived
Only gave her one, but she's using five...
Minutes of time in the usual place
If I was strapped in, you could sit on my place
The doors were locked, the windows sealed
Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal
Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudged
Dived for cover in a tunnel of glove
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Something's driving me - I don't know where
Something down in my cellar somewhere
No one waiting for me down the line
No one waiting for me this time - check it out
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Hell on wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Hell on wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Knuckle down, stick shift, take it slow
Easy come means easy go
Lay off the gas, make it last
'Cos under my hood she's blowing fast
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger - just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helen's wheels, and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer, yes, it's hard to steer (lord)
Hard to steer when the devil's driving (c'mon)
Hard to steer, you know it's hard to steer
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
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5. _ Zulu Lulu
(wooh, yeah)
(h-hey, yeah...yeow)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(aw, yeah)
She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye
She said, 'I'd like to meet you'
I was so surprised
Well, 'What can I do for you?'
'What can you do for me?'
We made for the exit, had to wait and see
'I hope I'm not wasting your precious time'
I know you're not wasting mine
We came together over coffee with milk
She never stopped till every drop was spilt, yeah
She was a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
(honey, well)
Just a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone
She dropped to her knees - I guess she had religion
She lived with her mother - had been a good girl twice
When I asked her to comment on her present position
She said she'd like to take a lay preacher's advice
I ain't looking for sympathy
But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice
She said, 'I don't like to preach to the converted'
I said, 'You can be a good girl more than twice'
(like this)
She was a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
(it was nice)
Just a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
I had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone away somewhere
I ain't looking for sympathy (oh, no)
But prayers for the wicked are always nice
She looked me up and down and said 'Assegai for me'
I began to see God, she said, 'Wait and see, babe'
'Wait and see, babe'
'Wait and see, babe'
'Wait, wait, I'm comin'!'
She was a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
(it was nice)
She was a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
Had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone
She was a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
She broke my back and my heart at the same time
(honey, well)
Just a Zulu Lulu (wooh)
Had to move on, when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
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6. _ All The Young Dudes
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy, saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man - I need T.V.? When I got T. Rex?
Oh, brother, you guessed - I'm a dude now
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
Billy's looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team
But we can love, oh yes, we can love
And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
He never got it off with that revolution stuff
What a drag - too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
I gotta raise some cat to bed
Oh, man - is that concrete all around, or is it in my head?
Brother, I'm a dude now...
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
All the young dudes - carry the news
Boogaloo dudes - carry the news
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7. _ Son Of A Gun
Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun
This was no grim reaper
But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done
Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die
(die)
Just a god-given holy roller
In a god-forsaken land
He didn't choose this killing ground
He didn't want this scrap of land
He's gonna scorch the earth (yeah)
And make the rivers run dry
Until we learn to hate like him
Oh, kill for killing, yeah; live to die
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah)
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun
You gotta be a hero
For one last time
To prove through your destruction
Killing is a great way of life
There's a wooden cross somewhere
Where they'll bury you down deep
You lie to your people - you lie to yourself
You're in love with death, man, you've got no shame
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah)
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun
The preacher laughed - the preacher cried
He loaded bullets as he smiled
The congregation sat and wondered
Would they live, or would they die?
Just an ordinary man
With his orders and his plans
In the shadows of a cross
Oooh, in a blood-red sunrise
Take me to Jesus - with Judas my guide
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; no)
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun (yeah)
Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you son of a gun
(oh, yeah)
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride into history, yeah
Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart
Ride on, ride on, you played no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain
Ride it into history
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8. _ Born In '58
Born in a mining town in '58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom - stood their ground and died
That I could be alive
And see the damage that we've managed since
In this sceptred isle
Is nothing sacred - just the one square mile?
Justice and liberty
You can buy - but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
On and on - we slept till dawn
When we awoke - we hardly spoke
My grandfather taught me how to fight
Old-fashioned stuff like wrong and right
But all around, I see his morals
Buried in a mess of money troubles
Born in a mining town in '58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom - stood their ground and died
Justice and liberty
You can buy - but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
On and on - we slept till dawn
On and on and on
Justice and liberty
You can buy - but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
Justice and liberty
You can buy - but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past
On and on - we slept till dawn
When we awoke - it was - all the same
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9. _ Lickin' The Gun
'Eat lead, you scum-sucking...'
'Lickin' the gun...yeah'
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Senator husband goin' for broke
Gotta prove I'm not a joke
We smoked the stuff in '69
('Mmm, nice...')
Now it's different - it's a crime
Kids today don't understand
Kids today need a guiding hand
Sticker, if it rhymes with 'truck'
When the lawsuits fly, guess I'll duck
(shhah)
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Watch religion come and go
Watch corruption on their shows
Buy your silence, money for blood
Out of the ark and into the flood
Crazy men with Russian guns
My words never killed anyone
Kissing babies, lickin' the gun
Ain't political, nah - having fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Oh, yeah, yeah, lick it
('Mmm, nice...')
(yeah)
(shhah)
Lick it
(yeah)
(shhah)
(yeah)
Oooh, h-hey, lick it
(shhah)
(shhah)
Eat it up, lay down and die
They'll shoot you up, and they don't know why
They're doing a job, and they enjoy it, too
They're protecting us from me and you
We smoked the stuff in '69
('Just having fun...')
Now it's different - it's a crime
I don't care to wait and see
If I'm cool enough to make history
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
('Lickin' the gun...yeah')
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Oooh, yeah, yeah
('Lickin' the gun...yeah')
Lick that gun, lick that, lick that
Lick that gun, yeah
(shhah)
Oooh, yeah, yeah
('Lick it...')
Lick that gun
('Lick it...')
Gonna lick it, oh, lick it, oh
Lick that gun
(yeah)
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