| Lyrics | Song |
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| What was that promise that you made? | |
| We've lost our good old mama and must have whisky, oh, you know why | |
| Oh tell me where your freedom lies, the streets are fields that never die | |
| Don't ya love her as she's walkin' out the door | |
| Try now we can only lose, and our love become a funeral pyre. | |
| She has robes and she has monkeys, lazy diamonds studded flunkies. | |
| The night was dark the sky was blue, down the alley the icewagon flew. | |
| Ride the snake... | |
| Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago. | |
| We chased our pleasures here, dug our treasures there. | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| Girl ya gotta love your man. | |
| Pirate prince at her side, starin' into a hollow idols eyes. | |
| Yeah my knees got weak. | |
| Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer. | |
| Do you think you'll be the guy, to make the queen of the angels sigh? | |
| The old get old and the young get stronger, May take a week and it may take longer. | |
| Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted. | |
| The face in the mirror won't stop, the girl in the window won't drop. | |
| Let's swim to the moon, uh huh, let's climb through the tide. | |
| Mr. Mojo risin'... | |
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