Tattooed Millionaire

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

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]

(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

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

'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)