| Lyrics | Song Title |
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| Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake | |
| She has fancy clothes and diamond rings She has men who'll give her anything she wants but they don't see That what she wants is me, oh and I want her so | |
| What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing, baby It can turn your heart black you can trust | |
| There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin' | |
| And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend | |
| Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact but baby everything that dies someday comes back | |
| And the world is busting at its seams And you're just a prisoner of your dreams Holding on for your life `cause you work all day | |
| With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land | |
| But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode Explode and tear this town apart | |
| They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd Be hurled | |
| The midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light | |
| Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying | |
| Well, she's so soft, she's so blue When he looks into her eyes, he just sits back and sighs | |
| Everybody's got a secret, Sonny, Something that they just can't face, Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, They carry it with them every step that they take. | |
| And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak | |
| Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: 'Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least' | |
| Now all them things that seemed so important Well mister they vanished right into the air | |
| Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do | |
| Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow Meet me in the fields behind the dynamo | |
| Everybody needs a place to rest Everybody wants to have a home Don't make no difference what nobody says Aint nobody like to be alone | |
| In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines | |
| At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the Middle of my head Only you can cool my desire | |
| The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes | |
| And I said, 'Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood' | |
| And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy | |
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