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You been bad
Don't do what I say.
You don't listen.
And you never obey.
Try to teach you.
But you just won't be good.
You won't behave the way
A big girl should.
It's time to give the whip a crack.
I'm gonna have to send you back to
Bitch School.
Bitch School.
You're a beauty.
You're the best of your breed.
You're a handful.
And I know what you need.
You need training.
Gonna bring you to heel.
I'm gonna break you with my will of steel.
Discipline's my middle name.
And no one comes back the same from
Bitch School.
Bitch School.
No more sniffling strangers, or running free at night.
You think my bark's bad, honey - wait till you feel my bite.
You got problems.
You whine and you beg.
When I'm busy,
You wanna dance with my leg.
I'm gonna chain you.
Make you sleep out of doors.
You're so fetching when you're down on all fours.
And when you hear your master,
You will come a little faster, thanks to
Bitch School
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There's a pulse in the new-born sun;
A beat in the heat of noon;
There's a song as the day grows long,
And a tempo in the tides of the moon.
It's all around us and it's everywhere,
And it's deeper than Royal blue.
And it feels so real you can feel the feeling!
And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The fantasy of Roll!
The ticking of the clock,
The wailing of the soul!
The prisoner in the dock,
The digger in the hole,
We're in this together...and ever...
In the shade of a jungle glade,
Or the rush of the crushing street,
On the plain, on the foamy main,
You can never escape from the beat.
It's in the mud and it's in your blood
And its conquest is complete.
And all that you can do is just surrender.
To the Majesty of Rock!
The Pageantry of Roll!
The crowing of the cock,
The running of the foal!
The shepherd with his flock,
The miner with his coal,
We're in this together...and ever...
When we die, do we haunt the sky?
Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
What then? Are we born again?
Just to sit asking questions like these?
I know, for I told me so,
And I'm sure each of you quite agrees:
The more it stays the same, the less it changes!
And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
The Mystery of Roll!
The darning of the sock,
The scoring of the goal!
The farmer takes a wife
The barber takes a pole.
We're in this together...and ever
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Can't go back
To London,
Can't go back
To Swindon,
Can't go back
To Waterloo.
Can't go back
To Debra,
Can't go back
To Sheila,
Can't go back
To girls like you
Here she comes
Lovely,
Here she comes
Deadly,
Here she comes
Big as life.
There she goes,
Snubs me;
There she goes
Cuts me,
There she goes,
Like a knife.
I got...
Diva Fever
It's staying on me
Diva Fever
It's preying on me.
Diva Fever
She's born to thrill me;
Diva Fever
It's gonna kill me.
[spoken:]
And yet I would gladly die screaming, in insufferable
agony, if it meant I could spend my last few moments
gazing in her eyes...
Can't go back
To London,
Can't go back
To Swindon,
Can't go back
To Waterloo
Can't go back,
It's too late,
Can't go back,
She's too great,
Can't go back,
I can't deny,
There she goes,
Love her,
There she goes,
Hate her,
There she goes,
Want to die.
I got...
Diva Fever
They'll never cure me,
Diva Fever
They won't insure me.
Diva Fever
My demon lover
Diva Fever
I shan't recover...
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When the game has just been lost.
When the race has all been run.
When the storm has left your ship well-tossed...
Ignore the coast.
Get your stars uncrossed.
Back at Square One.
Just begin again.
You can always find a way.
Just begin again.
No matter what they say.
Life is just a wheel, if it's even real,
You can rest another day.
Life is just a meal, and you never say when
Just begin again
People say enough is enough.
People say you can't undo what's done.
People say the road is just too rough.
What do they know?
Life's just a show.
Go re-load your gun.
Just begin again.
Make the bastards eat their words.
Just begin again.
Like bumblebees and hummingbirds.
Life is just a dream, an unconscious stream,
A picture worth five hundred words.
Rise! for you are cream.
And you can have the strength of ten.
Don't hope to win.
Losing's not a sin.
Just dig in...
And
Just begin again
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Well, you got the eyes, you got the lips,
With your long blonde hair and your wild young hips;
You look like a million, including tips...
Well, I'm a busy man, baby, can't you see?
And I got no time for coquettery.
But I'm willing and able to pay the fee if it's
Cash On Delivery
Make it cash on delivery if you're gonna do business with me.
Let's keep it strictly C.O.D.
Well I love you, baby, but why take a chance?
I don't want to be a victim of circumstance,
So don't be looking for no big advance, it's
Cash On Delivery
Now, you got the style and you got the look,
And you got a big hole in your pocketbook,
And you gotta buy groceries before you can cook...
Cash On Delivery
So make it cash on delivery, that's the way it should be.
Let's make it cash on delivery
If you wanna close a deal with me.
Let's keep it strictly C.O.D.
So if you want a man that's good and true,
Who's gonna love you no matter what you do,
I'd look somewhere else if I were you...
Cash On Delivery
But when the deed is done and the lights are low,
You can count your gold in the afterglow;
Love's like money, gotta spend it slow...
Cash On Delivery
Make it cash on delivery, I know nothing is free,
Just make it cash on delivery if you wanna do business with me.
Let's keep it strictly C.O.D.
Just make it cash on delivery for me
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Bolder than the pirates who used to rule the sea
Braver than the natives, who never heard of tea.
They never knew what hit them, said the Spaniards later on.
Empire. It was here and now it's gone.
Even the biggest elephant never forgets
And the sun never sweats. No, the sun never sweats.
You were younger than a virgin, older than the sea.
You were angel, you were devil, and I was all of me.
You knew you met your master, when I made you stay at home.
Woman. Whatever made you roam.
Even the hardest concrete never quite sets.
And the sun never sweats. No, the sun never sweats.
Losing is for losers, winners play to win.
Always love the sinner, you may even like the sin.
The door that used to open has closed without a crack.
Woman, you're like the Empire and I still want you back.
We may be gods or just big marionettes.
But the sun never sweats.
Life is a gamble and we're all placing our bets.
And the sun never sweats.
No the sun never sweats
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Here she comes, that Rainy Day Sun,
Peeking in and out the falling raindrops;
Smiling down on everyone.
In her golden, gossamer gown,
And a necklace of the finest rainbows;
Drying out this rainy day town.
Good-bye, Cloudy Skies!
Here she comes! Here she comes to...
Cut them down to size,
And dry the tears in my eyes.
Here she comes that Rainy Day Sun,
Like a moppet at a birthday party;
Rainy day's not spoiling her fun.
Open up the top of your mind;
Catch the water in your magic paint-box,
Oh, the many colors you find!
Good-bye, Cloudy Skies!
Here she comes! Here she comes to...
Cut them down to size,
And dry the tears in my eyes
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We are the children who grew too fast
We are the dust of a future past
We raise our voices in the night
Crying to heaven
And will our voices be heard
Or will they Break Like The Wind
We are the footprints across the sands
We are the thumb on a stranger's hand
We made a promise in the night
Swearing to heaven Is this a promise we keep
Or one we Break Like The Wind
Hey!
We are the guests who have stayed too long
We are the end of the endless song
We send our hearts into the night
Soaring to heaven
And will out hearts still beat on
Or will they Break Like The Wind
Ooh, Break Like The Wind
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Late afternoon in the open air;
A human sea made out of mud and hair.
Ain't nothing like a festival crowd:
There's too many people so we play too loud.
Touch down, plane's on the ground,
Look for the drummer, he's nowhere around.
Running late, at least an hour,
No time to rest, no time to shower now we're
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind!
We had a drink going up in the plane,
We had another coming down again.
We had another in the airport bar,
And then some home-brewed stuff in the promoter's car.
Here we go, on with the show,
We're bubblin under and we're ready to flow
Wound up! Turned loose!
Ain't got the power but we sure got the juice and now we're
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind!
We hit the stage, with rock and rage
And do our best to earn the maximum wage.
The lights are bullshit, the sound's for the birds,
Don't know the music and we don't know the words but still we're
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
And the kids don't mind!
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Springtime is on my mind
Flowers blooming, all the time
Smell the roses
Smell the grass
Old man winter can kiss my ass
[chorus:]
Don't you think that it's a pity?
Don't you think that it's a shame?
Don't you wish that
Every season was the same
Time for loving in the park
Wear a jumper when it gets dark
Mind the prickles
Mind the dew
Wash your willie when you're through
[chorus]
Springtime, enough's enough
Tired of flowers and all that stuff
Want some drizzle.
Want some sleet
Want some wellies on my feet
[chorus]
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I ride cross the desert on my camel
Over hills of sand.
(Hills of sand)
What's that I see in the distance?
Only hills of sand.
(Hills of sand)
There is no oasis in sight;
I'll have to ride through the night
If I'm to make Baghdad by light
Of dawn.
The sun's not your friend in the desert
Like he is at home.
(Is at home)
The wind has a name in the desert
(Scirocco!)
But it's barely known
(Barely known)
It's only the hardiest bloom
That can blossom in darkest Khartoum;
So I will just stay in my room
Tonight.
The desert isn't free with her secrets:
She's a silent bird.
(Quiet bird)
I asked the Sphinx for the answer,
It said, "Mum's the word."
So I'll catch the Zanzibar train
And sleep 'til I'm wakened by rain
And I'm back in Olde Englande againe
Once more
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The elves are dressed in leather
And the angels are in chains
(Christmas with the Devil)
The sugar plums are rancid
And the stockings are in flames
(Christmas with the Devil)
There's a demon in my belly
And a gremlin in my brain
There's someone up the chimney hole
And Satan is his name
The rats ate all the presents
And the reindeer ran away
(Christmas with the Devil)
There'll be no Father Christmas
'Cause it's Evils holiday
(Christmas with the Devil)
No bells in Hell
No snow below-
Silent Night, Violent Night
So come all ye unfaithful
Don't be left out in the cold
You don't need no invitation, no...
Your ticket is your soul
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[Spoken:]
In a hospital bed on the outskirts of town
Lay an old gray man in a soiled white gown.
His hair was all wispy, his eyes were a blank.
His breath came in spurts from an oxygen tank.
The nurse hovered near, and so did the Reaper.
But which had the number to his private beeper?
Shall he lie there forever with a tube up his nose
And his peepee and poopoo slipping out through a hose?
Or shall he be released to float towards the light?
Like a wee, baby doveling or a really good kite.
Let him go! Let him go!
It's too late for healing.
Put an end to the pain
That we know he is feeling.
His life is his burden
His death is his right.
Let's send him off gently
Into that good night.
[Spoken:]
Goodnight
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Well, I'm sittin' here beside the railroad track,
And I'm waitin' for that train to bring her back.
If she's not on the five-nineteen,
Then I'm gonna know what sorrow means.
And I'm gonna cry, cry, cry,
All the way home.
[Chorus:]
All the way home,
All the way home.
Yes, I'm gonna cry, cry, cry,
All the way home.
Well, her daddy never liked me, this he said.
And he could never get it through his old gray head
That I loved his daughter so,
I did not mean to see her go.
Now I'm gonna cry, cry, cry,
All the way home.
[Chorus]
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