1. |
Wolf
03:34
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Well he’s a devil from the freezing tundra
His black heart hides past his silver armour
He’s a wild dog destined to be alone
He don’t care about the money, he just wants the throne
Scrounging for pity
Ain’t used to the city
He’s a wild dog singing
About the women
That he left back
In cold Moscow
He won’t stop till he gets what he wants
He’s a wolf
He’s a wolf
Evil
As a boy he was never happy
His daddy had to fight in the fields of poppies
His mama had to sell her body so
He would have some to eat and a place from the cold
Trapped in the city
Close to the limits
It’s a rough place innit?
Hunting for women
On the verge of his mind
He’ll never find
Someone to be with alone
He’s a wolf
He’s a wolf
Extortion
Raping women
And hunting for more
He’s a wolf
He’s a wolf
Wolf, wolf, wolf...
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2. |
Switch Off
04:02
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We’re sailing
On a sticky cobweb screen
Complaining
About the system making us kneel
Only laugh
When the sitcom tells you so
Lie in wait
For another awful show
People stand and switch off your TV
There’s a shining in your eyes that tells me that you’ve got to be freed
Its Christmas
The day after Halloween
Go and buy
All that shit you seem to need
Al these ads
Feeding on your self-esteem
Feel your brain
Melting a minute at a time
So people stand and switch off your TV
There’s a shining in your eyes that tells me that you’ve got to be freed
People stand and switch off your TV
Yeah, There’s a shining in your eyes that tells me that you want to be free
If you go miles away
We can find a place to play
Sugar-coat all their lies
As we sit glassy eyed
We can run to the hills
Live our lives as we will
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Rembrandt
03:09
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Rembrandt
You got an old man
You got a gold chain
Listening to Coltrane
You got a dread lock
Statue
You got a dead ox
Dr. Tulps anatomy lesson
Professor Tulps anatomy lesson
Rembrandt
You got a dead cat
You got a night march
In pure daylight
You got a jewish bride
Rapture
You got a winged child
Dr. Tulps anatomy lesson
Professor tulps anatomy lesson
Dr. Tulps anatomy lesson
Professor tulps anatomy lesson
Trapped in the painting the girl with the red hat
Trapped in the painting the girl with the red hat
Dr. Tulps anatomy lesson
Professor tulps anatomy lesson
Dr. Tulps anatomy lesson
Professor tulps anatomy lesson
Rembrandt!
Rembrandt!
Rembrandt!
Rembrandt!
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Cadillac
03:49
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I hear rumbling and I know that it’s a killer machine
I hear a knocking on my window, it’s a crazy lady
And if she keeps me talking dirty
I’ll get her tickets to the washing machine
Streamline friend of mine
Streamline like a fish
It’s a Cadillac
(Going down)
Getting known
(Going down)
In a Cadillac
(Going down)
Wind in your face
I’ve seen you driving and I know that you’re a raging machine
I’ve seen you rumbling and I know that you’re a crazy baby
And if you keep me knockin out
I’ll take you somewhere where we both can see
Streamline friend of mine
Streamline like a fish
Streamline white line
Streamline like you wish
It’s a Cadillac
(Going down)
Getting known
(Going down)
In a Cadillac
(Going down)
Wind in your face
HIt that clutch, we twist and we touch
Addictive love, beggining to run
Going down, going down, going down, going down
In a Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
Wind in your face, so full of grace
Driving down to save the human race
by the power i've been given
we will all be driven
to a new world order
a land without borders
In a Cadillac
Getting known
(Going down)
Wind in your face
(Going down)
It's a Cadillac
(Going down)
Getting known
In a Cadillac
(Going down)
Getting known
Wind in your face
It's a Cadillac
I want it I need it and you've got it all for sale
You want it you need it and yI got it all for sale
I want it I need it and you've got it all for sale
You want it you need it and I got it all for sale
In a Cadillac, Cadillac
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5. |
Good Man
04:09
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A black cat crossed my path
Yesterday
‘Cause I want more
Than I can take
When I’m gone
Don’t you push me away
‘Cause I’m right here
Strutting in my brain
Sometimes I find it hard just to be a good man
And I want to pray
Sometimes I like to look back and see the better times
When I could Pray
The burning smell of bibles
Has kept me awake
For many more a night
Than this poor man can take
Don’t you feel sorry now
I deserve it all
I can’t get enough of getting
In the troubles I create
Sometimes I find it hard just to be a good man
And I wanna pray
Sometimes I like to look back and see the better times
When I could pray
Good man, good man, good man, pray
Good man, good man, pray
As he lies awake
This poor man has taken
more than much today
Sometimes I find it hard just to be a good man
And I wanna pray
Sometimes I find it hard just to be a better man
And I wanna pray
Good man, good man, pray
Good man, good man, pray
Good man, good man, pray
Good man, good man, pray
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6. |
Pocket
03:21
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I got some shoes that are taking me further
I got some shoes that’ll take me real far
I got some shoes that are taking me further
They’ll take me real far, they’ll take me real far
Don’t care for conversation
Don’t need your aggravation
Don’t care for your riddles or your games
Waste time the clock is ticking
In a while our tongues are sticking
And twirling around and twirling around
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
Take five, don’t steal my riches
Noble men don’t call them bitches
Take one for the team, I’ll take a ten
In a while, her face is going red
Paranoia makes this creep bend
Her soul’s in her mind, her soul's in her mind
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
My pocket for you
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
Hey, girl, I got something
In my pocket for you, my pocket for you
Hey, girl, I got something
And my pocket is full, my pocket is full for you
Hey, girl, I got something
And my pocket is full, my pocket is full for you
Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, I'm gonna die
Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, Oh my, Oh me, I'm gonna die
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Blue Ashby Madrid, Spain
Rock influenced by Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Rival sons, Slash, wiskey and a lot of women.
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