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| for Draw the Line |
| Album: Draw the Line Tracks: 1. Draw the Line 2. I Wanna Know Why 3. Critical Mass 4. Get It Up 5. Bright Light Fright 6. Kings and Queens 7. The Hand That Feeds 8. Sight for Sore Eyes 9. Milk Cow Blues |
| Draw the Line (Perry/Tyler, 3:23) Checkmate honey, Beat ya at your own damn game No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground, And your head's goin' down the drain Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, To the never mind Where to draw the line An Indian Summer Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet net winner, And rarely ever left the store She'd sing and dance all night, And wrong all the right out of me Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, It don't take time Nowhere to draw the line Hi Ho Silver We were singin' all your cowboy songs Oh, you told Carrie, And promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win, tails you lose, Lord it's such a crime No dice honey, you're the salt You're the Queen of the Brine Checkmate honey, You're the only one who's got to choose Where to draw the line Checkmate, don't be late Take another pull That's right Impossible When you got to be yourself You're the boss, the toss The price, the dice Grab yourself a slice Nowhere to draw the line I Wanna Know Why (Perry/Tyler, 3:09) Kickin' down the road Feelin' mighty slowed With the likes of you Gettin' mighty spaced Never had a taste Of what you're goin' through I can't bitch Went from rags to riches Then to ragtime screamin' the blues (Chorus) I wanna know why Everybody's good intentions Try to make a fool outta me I wanna know why Everybody's good intentions Gotta make a fool Gotta make a fool Try to make a fool outta me Swing low Sweet cherry-o When a strange love showed me the way You see more Can't keep a score When the whore's comin' on for the play (Chorus) E. Poe Eatin' crow Wonder if he knowed that Raven was mad Time passed And words lost the last Of the thing he ever had (Chorus) Oh, play rough Can't get enough So they try to make a fool out of me Lordy Ain't foolin' me Ya ain't ghoulin' me Ain't foolin' me You ain't foolin' me Critical Mass (Perry/Tyler, 4:39) Arriving in boats Black hooded coats Tormentors climbed into my room I crawled under my bed Covered my head But they're flushin' me out with a broom The lady, she's small Pinned my ass to the wall For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past Time after time She'd be readin' my mind Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it This is critical mass So far, so good I heard the other say So good, so far They're takin' me away I drink to you, your mind, her ass We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it This is critical mass Now the tallest of the two With a brush full of blue Paints surrealist scenes on the wall So I tell her for fun That's it's really well done But she just ain't listenin' at all She points to my heart Tellin' me if I'm smart I'll practice and phase Out and admit, when the doesn't fit And I went screamin' out down the hall Need it Need your love Just then I heard a poundin' on the wall We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more I drink to your alas We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it We are the critical mass Time and space is takin' me away Time erase, don't know the time of day Get It Up (Perry/Tyler, 4:02) Take me on your rockin' horse Hit the lights and shut the doors Grab your ankles, everyone Ain't my way of havin' fun (Chorus) Can't give it up Gotta give it up, give it up C'mon Nancy Can't give it up Gotta give it up, get it up For your fancy Can't get it up, Gotta get it up, get it up C'mon Nancy Can't get it up Gotta get it up, get it up Really have a good time Really have a good time Suckin' up the moonshine Up underneath her clothesline Really have a good time Love me 'til the sun (Chorus) Get it up and down and all around Take a ride and paint the town Slow me down and make it fast Scream almost and make it last You know you gotta Really have a good time You know you're really gonna Really have a good time Suckin' up the moonshine Up underneath her clothesline You know you really gonna Really have a good time You know you really wanna love me 'Til the sun can't get it up Bright Light Fright (Perry, 2:19) It's the dawn of the day And I'm crashed and I'm smashed And it is I'm feelin' Like my chips are cashed All of my clothes Strewn all over the room The crisis at hand is I'm all out of zoom (Chorus) I got the sunlight blues I can't find my shoes The only thing on TV Is the good morning news The tricks of the night Keepin' me in a daze Open a bottle And I'll pull down the shades Glance in the mirror Back to bed Forget that it's day Time to party again (Chorus) Bright light fright Bright light fright Bright light fright Give me the night (Repeat) (Chorus) Kings and Queens (Douglas/H/K/T/W, 4:55) Long ago, in days I'm told Were ruled by Lords of greed Maidens fared with gold, they dared To bare their wombs that bleed Kings and queens and guillotines, Taking lives denied Starch and parchment laid the laws When bishops took the ride Only to deceive. Oh I know I lived this life afore Somehow know now truths I must be sure Tossin, turnin' nightmares burnin' Dreams of swords in hand Sailin' ships the Viking spits The bold of father's land Only to deceive Living times of knights and mares Raising swords for maidens fair Sneer at death Fear only loss of pride Living other centuries Deja vu or what you please Follows true to all who do or die Screams of no reply They died Screams of no reply And died Lordy lordy they died Lordy lordy they died Live and do or die They died Live and no reply They died The Hand That Feeds (Douglas/H/K/T/W, 4:23) Doctor, doctor, doctor Please, doctor, doctor, please Doctor, doctor, doctor Feel like an old disease Get your sweet ass off the floor Doctor, doctor, doctor I can't refuse any loose hearted lady anymore I scream your name into the crowd You feel the flame, but you ain't proud Maybe your attitude ain't right So all that's left for me to do is bite The hand that feeds me Feeds me Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please All the things you put me through What the hell you want me to Do all the things that Uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me In the middle of, with a spittle of Et tu like the birds of a feather When another day, love another way Push, shove, make love, play Never never, never ever Never ever, never ever Na, na... Doctor, doctor, doctor Please do a-what you can Doctor, doctor, doctor Would you please give my life a hand All the things you put me through What the hell do you want me to Do all the things that Uncle John needs I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeah Doctor, doctor, doctor Doctor, doctor, please (Repeat) Sight for Sore Eyes (Douglas/J/P/T, 3:56) Goin' downtown, goin' down, goin' down 'Neath the city, eatin' ground round Underground is pretty gritty I turned the screw she held the light That's when I knew she was a Sight for sore eyes She was a sight for sore eyes Playin' no fair, sleepin' under stairs Downtown's a pity, takin' fair square Under where it's pretty gritty I turned the screw, she held the knife Oh, holy Jesus, she's a sight for sore eyes Sight for sore eyes She's a nitty gritty Turnin' in style, walk a mile for your titty Naked foul while under there Under where it's pretty gritty Hey, don't you know people She's a love lust hussy She's left, oh she rust me Dear old girl She was a sight for sore eyes But she was sittin' pretty A sight for sore eyes She was a nitty gritty Sight for sore eyes Peeled back and parted Even at the start it was delight or demise I feel like a leopard king Sight for sore eyes She was a sight for sore eyes Milk Cow Blues (Arnold, 4:14) Well I've tried everything Just to get along with you And now I'm gonna tell you Just what I'm gonna do Well I'm sick of all your cryin' When you should be leavin' me alone If you believe in me You pack me bags, I'm gone Won't you please Don't that sun look good goin' down You almost lost your love girl When your old man ain't around (Chorus) Won't you please Don't that sun look good goin' down And you best believe I love you baby When your old man ain't around (Repeat chorus) Round and round... 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