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Vampires In Disguise
04:23
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Gary was a vampire
He met a runaway
A sweet young girl named Vivian
He tapped into her veins
Promised her the underworld
Laid her in the river's bed
Now she's the current's slave
The Lady of the Lake
Jesus was a choir boy
He met a Catholic priest
Promised him eternal life
Got down on his knees
Led him to the altar
Sacrificed his innocence
Reciting vows of silence
to the vampire priest
Vampires in disguise
Wearing two faces and leading double lives
Vampires in disguise
Wearing two faces and leading double lives
One more bite, One more taste
One more girl, One more boy
One more pint, One more life
For the road
As shadows lengthen on the wall
I listen to the echo's call
Thought I saw a silhouette
Beneath the waves and catacombs
This is where we’ll meet at last
I found the man behind the mask
Caught him lurking in the dark
And drove a stake right through his heart
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2. |
Taking Back the Key
02:37
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Well, you’re sittin there pretty
and you think you know me well
Let me tell you baby, I’m about to give you hell
I’m back up off my knees, no more beggin please, I’m takin back the key
Fare thee well, I wish you well
You’re sitting on your high horse,
looking down at me
Let me tell you baby, I’m about to set you free
Bye bye baby, bye bye
Fare thee well, I wish you well
You’re wavin your finger,
and you’re puttin it in my face
Let me tell you baby,
I’m the one who owns this place
Bye bye baby, bye bye
Fare thee well, I wish you well
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A car-bomb exploded in the streets of Bagdad
today. She bathes his wings in babies tears, and flies away. A lonely knight on silent steed, inside his shining armor bleeds...He got blown away.
Wished upon a Silver Star, now he’s living with the lost boys on the moon.
A little birdie said to me: I’d rather have arms than wings.
I’m strapped to a hell-bound train. I’m buried in metal rain. I’d rather have arms than wings.
There’s this queen called Hate. She’s the mother of blue smoke and burning rubber. She’s the reason that we do these things to one another
This princess pulled by puppet strings
She packs her tangled bag of dreams
Dives into the wave.
Fell into a wishing well
Now she swims with the mermaids in the sea
A little birdie said to me: I rather have
arms than wings.
I’m strapped to a hell-bound train. I’m buried in metal rain. I’d rather have arms than wings.
There’s a felon in the cockpit of Air-Force One He’s the Cowboy King, the Lone-Star Son.
Did he get carried away?
I’d rather have arms than wings.
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4. |
Lie Detector Test
02:47
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I just took a Lie-Detector Test
Because it’s the patriotic thing to do
Ask me bout my views
I don’t leak things to the news
Fellas take it easy, I’m on God’s side, too.
Then I had a urinalysis
It’s the patriotic thing to do
I sang In Ron I Trust
As I tinkled in my cup
I could hear the bells of freedom
Ringing clear and true
Oh, he’d pull things from the shelves
Just to save us from ourselves
Little things that we appreciate a lot
And thanks for showing me
Some creative ways to be
A god-fearing, flag-waving patriot
Then he asked to tap my telephone
I said: That’s alright with me
For whatever I can do
for the Gipper and the Duke
I’d do so willingly
Oh, he’d pull things from the shelves
Just to save us from ourselves
Little things that we appreciate a lot
And thanks for showing me
Some creative ways to be
A god-fearing, flag-waving patriot
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5. |
Fading Star
02:39
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She talks like she’s really something
And she struts her stuff with flare
She’s a real hot number in a tight, black dress
And the guys can’t help but stare
No one sees the damage
No one sees the scars
No one reads the tattered pages
It’s the story of a fading star
She says it really matters
But no one really cares
She’s running out of options
Her smile conceals despair
She’s older but not wiser
Her heart’s been broken twice
She has a guy that buys her things
But he isn’t very nice
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6. |
Still the Pulse
02:50
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Black hand, The hammer’s throat
Weak pulse beating out of rhythm
These are the seeds of suffering
Still the pulse and drive the nail
Bowed head, Harvest moon
The threshing floor, The chilling board
I’ll break your bread, I’ll drink your wine
Still the pulse and drive the nail
Still the pulse and drive the nail
Still the pulse
It’s all about finding the sweet spot
And drive it in!
What Brutus hides, John Henry drives,
the puncture wounds, the broken hearts
I’m a steel-driving man
Still the pulse.
Yeah, it’s all about finding the sweet spot
And drive it in! Drive it in! Drive it in!
Silver spike, Crimson thread
Blood-drive, the needle’s eye
This is the source of all sacrifice
Still the pulse and drive the nail
The hand that holds the hammer
is the one held by the nail
The heart pumps, the hammer rings
These are the threads of destiny
Still the pulse and drive the nail
Still the pulse and drive the nail
Still the pulse
It’s all about finding the sweet spot
And drive it in!
What Brutus hides, John Henry drives,
the puncture wounds, the broken hearts
I’m a steel-driving man
Still the pulse
Yeah it’s all about finding the sweet spot.
And drive it in! Drive it in! Drive it in!
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7. |
Chicken Street
03:00
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He worked in the dirt, Played on a diamond
Fought in the ring
He was 5’1”, four feet wide,
had a little dog named Tiny
An immigrant’s son, drove Chevrolets.
He was Republican
Everybody called him Tony.
We called him Gramps.
Gramps grew up on Chicken Street
Where chickens scratched the dirt to eat
Italians worked for chicken feed
across the tracks on the Bourne’s estate
They were poor, but they were free
Gramps grew up on Chicken Street
Tell me bout the time, you knocked Buck Ramsey out. The air was filled with chocolate-colored gloves. Body shots and uppercuts took that Goliath out. I wish I could have watched you fight that night
You worked your farm, played center field;
You were a fireman
Everybody called you Tony. We called you Gramps
Well I know, there are no stepping stones across the sea. It takes so many hands to lift a family
We didn’t get here on our own. (Let’s) remember where we came from. (We spoke) another mother tongue. (They even) changed our name (and gave) this new name to our sons
Became the sons of America
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8. |
Love Lucy Days
03:41
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As blood flows down the sidewalk,
we turn to breaking news
A gun was fired somewhere,
a man is on the loose
A child learns a lesson,
shot down without cause
Who knows a rhyme or reason,
let’s talk about new laws
Take us back now, show us the way
Black and white heaven, Love Lucy days,
Love Lucy days
They show us all the details,
guts and blood and gore
We’re told it’s someone’s daughter,
she’s dead there on the floor
We see it in slow motion,
again at normal speed
We shake our heads in horror,
we damn the dirty deed
There’s danger by the street light,
and killers at our door
We all should be in lockdown,
no matter rich or poor
Preppers have the answer,
they know the time will come
The only ones left standing,
are those that have a gun
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9. |
Thanksgiving Babe
02:20
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I have this little girl, my darlin little girl
but she never does just what she’s told
we have no control at all
no control, no control, no control at all
she’s a psychopathic deviant
she’s only two feet tall
Pulls her brother’s hair, scribbles on the walls
this dainty little elf you see,
can bite like a wolverine
Dadi da, she calls me Dadi da. She grows a little everyday. She is my Thanksgiving Babe.
I wouldn’t trade the world
for my Thanksgiving girl
but she never goes to bed too soon
shoots dirt in my swimming pool
Yeah! She throws dirt and she throws toys and she throws tantrums, too. She’s the see-ya-later agitator. Look out! She’s coming through
I shout it to the world
I love my little girl
but a shouting match I’d never win
She screams like Sam Kinison
Dadi da, she calls me Dadi da. She grows a little everyday. She is my Thanksgiving Babe.
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10. |
Sunrise Mountain
04:13
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Meet me at the top of sunrise mountain
Be there before the first bird sings
My star's been true
I can't believe I'm finally free
We'll build a home up in the sky
Between the stars and fireflies
Meet me on Sunrise Mountain
I'll see you in the city of brotherly love
Be there before the whistle blows
My train's on time
Just crossed the Mason Dixon Line
Iron Moses bring me home
To a place I've never been before
I'll see you in the city of brotherly love
Iron Moses bring me home
To a place I've never been before
My star's been true to me
I can't believe I'm finally free
I'm finally free, I'm free!
Meet me at the edge of the rising sun
somewhere beyond the wilderness
My path's been true
Led me all the way home to you
I've been to the mountain top
Way up above the timberline
Meet me at the edge of the sun
Iron Moses bring me home
To a place I've never been before
My star's been true to me
I can't believe I'm finally free
I'm finally free, I'm free!
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11. |
Motorcycle Man
03:16
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Hey there motorcycle man.
Catch me, catch me if you can.
If I’m too fast or come on too strong.
(Remember) I’ve been under house arrest all summer long.
I’ve been under house arrest all summer long.
Cause I’m not gonna sit around and wait for life to come to me.
I’ve overcome, my daddy’s thumb
I really want to spend some soft time with you
I really want to do some soft time with you
Hello Long Island Girl
You’ve got the cutest little accent in the world
Let’s roll a bone and go for a ride
Just put your arms around me and hold on tight
Just wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight
Cruisin down the lake road
She’s holdin tight to me
Who is this girl? She’s beautiful!
I’ll be checkin out the scenery all the way home
Checkin out the scenery all night long
I think I hear the Siren’s song
You’d better tie me to the mast
I can’t hold out that long
And just as I’m about to die, she says:
Now I think it’s my turn to give you a ride
Cause I’m not going to sit around
and wait for life to come to me
The rushing wind, the racing heart
Just put your arms around me and hold on tight
Just wrap your arms around me
and squeeze me tight
Hello motorcycle man
Hello Long Island girl.
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