No F*cking Frills

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Label: A*Vision Entertainment
Year: Oct 16, 1993
Length: --:--
Recorded at: -

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Monkey Business In A Darkened Room Slave To The Grind Quicksand Jesus Little Wing Psycho Therapy

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Monkey Business (Bolan, Snake) Outside my window thereīs a Whole lot of trouble cominī The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heels kickinī rhythm Of social circumcision Canīt close the closet on Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Canīt afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors īcause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal, But she ainīt gonna die Slim intoxicado drinkinī dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch Little creepyīs playing dollies in the New York rain Thinkinī Bowieīs just a knife Ooh the pain I ainīt seen the sun since I donīt know when The freaks come out at nine And itīs twenty to ten Whatīs this funk That you call junk To me itīs just monkey business Blind man in the vox that will probably die The village kids laugh as they walk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling Him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tounge For a cool place to stand Whereīs this shade That youīve got it made To me itīs just monkey business Monkey business Slippinī on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ainīt your business if I got No monkey on my back Monkey business Slippinī on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ainīt your business If I got Monkeyīs on my back The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Canīt get you by that monkey In A Darkened Room (Bach, Bolan, Snake) In a darkened room Beyond the reach of Godīs faith Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocense of a child is bought and sold In the name of the damned The rage of the angels left silent and cold Forgive me please for I know not what I do How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room All the precious times have been put to rest again And the smile of the dawn Brings tainted lust singing my requiem Can I face the day when Iīm tortured in my trust And watch it crystalize While my salvation crumples to dust Why canīt I steer the ship before it hits the storm Iīve fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room Slave To The Grind (Bach, Bolan, Snake) You got me forced to crack my lids in two Iīm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind Iīm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ainīt at the end of my rope īcause I wonīt be the one left behind Canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ainīt even close Thereīs no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words īcause Iīm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But Iīd rather tear this thorn from my side I wonīt be the one left behind You canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick Iīm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick Iīm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I wonīt be the one left behind You canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You canīt be king of the world If youīre slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind Quicksand Jesus (Bolan, Snake) She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes by and by To the other side A slow parade of wind That blows through threes That wilted with the seasonīs children Are we saved by the words of bastard saints Do we live in fear or faith Tell me now whoīs behind the rain A maze of tangled grace The symptoms of īfor realī are crumbling from embrace But still we chase..the shadows of belief And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls Are we ashamed of our own fate Or play the fool for our own sake Tell me whoīs behind the rain What do we need where do we go When we get where we donīt know Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow When faithīs our shelter from the cold Quicksand Jesus Iīm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus Iīm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus Iīm so far away without you Quicksand Jesus I need you Quicksand Jesus I belive you Quicksand Jesus Iīm so far away Little Wing (J. Hendrix) Well sheīs walking Trough the clouds With a circus mind Thatīs running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales Thatīs all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind Oh, when iīm sad She comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free Itīs alright she said Itīs alright Take anything you want from me Anything.. Psycho Therapy (Dee Dee Ramone, Johnny Ramone) Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy Thatīs what they wanna give me Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy All they wanna give me I am a teenage schizoid The one your parents despise Psycho Therapy Now i got glowing eyes I am a teenage schizoid Pranks and muggings are fun Psycho Therapy Gonna kill someone Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy I like takinī Tuinal It keeps me edgy and mean I am a teenage schizoid I am a teenage dope fiend I am a kid in the nut house I am a kid in a psycho zone Psycho Therapy Iīm gona burglarize your home Psycho Therapy Psycho Therapy

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