Pipeline
Can't Explain
Stutter
No need to whine, boy,
like a wind-up toy you stutter at my feet
and it's never the time, boy
you've had too much wine to stumble up my street
well it isn't a problem, nothing we can't keep between the sheets
tell me mine love and i will not wait for other bedtime treats
Is there something you lack
when i'm flat on my back
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate
or it's something you hate
tell me is it the way that i touch you?
have you found a new mate
and is she really great
is it just that i'm much too much for you?
Don't feed me a line, boy,
i can hear that voice you use upon the phone
and there's no need to be coy,
is something you can do upon your own
Well it isn't a problem,
nothing we can't solve so just relax
am I on the wrong train love
or will i have to tie you to the tracks
Blitzkrieg Bop
Head On
As soon as I get my head 'round you
I come around catching sparks of you
I get an electric charge from you
A second hand living it just won't do
And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on inside
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I can't stand up I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
As soon as I get my head 'round you
I come around catching sparks of you
And all I ever got from you
Is all I ever took from you
And the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you blow the stars from the sky
And I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can be found
I say yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm take myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can be found
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
Blister in the Sun
London Calling
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running; the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning-I --live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, we can go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming…
oooo, oo-oo-oo-ooo
The ice age is coming…
oooo, oo-oo-oo-ooo
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
Steppin' Stone/Tainted Love
Tryin' to make you mark on society
You're usin' all the tricks that you used on me
You're readin' all them high fashion magazines
the clothes you're wearin' girl are 'causin' public scenes
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love…Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you TEASE
I love you but you hurt me so
Now I'm gonna pack my things and go
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to Get away
You don't really want IT any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'LL think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
When I first met ya girl you didn't have no shoes
but now you're walkin' around like you're front page news
You've been awful careful about the friends you choose
but you won't find my name in your book of who's whos
Baker Street
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head, and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city's dance makes you feel so cold, it's got
So many people but its got no soul
And its taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're trying, you're trying now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're crying, you're crying now
Way down the street there's a light in his place
You open the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been, you tell him who you've seen
And you talk about everything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the crack and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down, it's a quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know he'll always keep moving
You know he's never gonna stop moving
Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone
And when you wake up it's a new morning
The sun is shining it's a new morning
And you're going, you're going home
Cinnamon Girl
I want to live with a Cinnamon Girl
I could be happy the rest of my life with a Cinnamon Girl
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together chasin' the moonlight my Cinnamon Girl
Ten silver saxes a bass with a bow
the drummer relaxes and waits between shows for his Cinnamon Girl
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together chasin' the moonlight my Cinnamon Girl
Ma send me money now I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance yeah, yeah, yeah
War Pigs
Generals gathered in
Just like witches at
Evil minds that plot
Sorcerers of death's
their masses
black masses
destruction
construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Beat on the Brat
Surrender
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch
Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off
some Indonesian junk that's going round
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things"
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines"
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out
Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Away…Away…Away…
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away
Rebel Rebel
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do 2x
You've got your mother
in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe
your hairs alright
Hey babe
let's go out tonight
You like
me
and
I like it all
We like dancing and
we look divine
You love bands
when they play it hard
You want more
and
you want it fast
A
D
Bm
E
They put you down they say I'm wrong You tacky thing you put them
Rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Hot tramp
you've torn you're dress
you're face is a mess
how could they know?
I
love you so
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do 1x
verse again (with STAY out tonight..., and di-VINE)
CHORUS, riff
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do 2x
CHORUS, riff
You torn your dress, your face is a mess
you can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test
you get the transmission and a LIVE wire
you gotcha blue line and and handful of lose
you wanna BE there when they count up the dues
and I LOVE your dress
you’re a juvenile success
because your face is a mess
so how could they know
I said how could they know
so watcha wanna know
two live and its jive
j-j-jive a wherejda wanna go
can I do for you attract a finger two
cause you’ve torn your dress
and your face is a mess
Oh your face is a mess
Oh-oh so how could they know
ah-ah how could they know
ah...
Hey Hey My My
Hey Hey, My My, Rock and Roll will never die
There's More to the Picture
Than meets the eye, Hey Hey, My My
It's Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you've gone you can never come back
When you're out of the blue
and into the black.
The King is
This is the
It's better
The King is
gone but he's not forgotten
story of Johnny Rotten( Johnny Rotten)
to burn out than it is to rust never sleeps
gone but he's not forgotten.
SISOSIG
Darlin you gotta let me know
should I stay or should I go
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time
but you gotta let me know
should I stay or should I go
It's always tease tease tease
Your happy when I'm on my knees
One day it's fine and next it's black
so if you want me off your back
well c'mon and let me know
should I stay or should I go
chorus
this indecision's buggin me
if you don't want me set me free
exactly whom I'm s'posed to be
don'tcha know which clothes even fit me
c'mon and let me know
should I cool it or should I blow
chorus
chorus
House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans,
my husbend he's a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.
My husband is a gambler,
He goes from town to town,
The only time, he's satisfied, is when
He drinks his liquor down.
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun
One foot on the platform,
The other's on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run,
I'm going to spend the rest of my life,
Beneath that "Rising Sun".
Bitch
Feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnight's sleep
I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted
Ain't touched a thing all week
I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Ain't touched a drink all night
I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason
Just ate a horse meat pie
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright
Yeah, you got to mix it child
You got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch
You got to mix it child
You got to fix it but love
It's a bitch, alright
Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on
Don't have no bark or bite, alright
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is bumpin' louder than a big bass drum, alright
I said hey, yeah I feel alright now
Got to be a...
Hey, I feel alright now
Hey hey hey
Hey hey yeah...
Susie Q