- Future Legend
- Diamond Dogs
- Sweet Thing
- Candidate
- Sweet Thing (Reprise)
- Rebel Rebel
- Rock 'n' Roll With Me
- We Are the Dead
- 1984
- Big Brother
- Chant of the Ever-Circling
Skeletal Family
Future Legend
And...in the death - as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare -
the shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Builiding - high on Poacher's Hill and red
mutuant eyes gazed down on Hunger City - no more big wheels - fleas the size of rats
sucked on rats the size of cats and ten thousand peopleoids split into small tribes
coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers - like packs of dogs assaulting the glass
fronts of Love Me Avenue - ripping an dre-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox - now leg
warmers - family badge of sapphire and cracked emeralds - any day now - the year of the
Diamond Dogs
This ain't Rock 'n' Roll, this is Genocide!
Diamond Dogs
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump and your ten-inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure you're not protected for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will
Mannequins with kill appeal
CHORUS:
Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh baby, come onto me
Will they come?
Well she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
My Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan and Chase
The elevator's broke and he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with a ghost town approach
Her face a Sans feature, but she's wears a Dali broach
Sweetly reminiscent something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed
Diamond dogs are sable-ized
CHORUS
In the year of the scavenger the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up tomorrow
CHORUS
Sweet Thing
It's safe in the city
To love in the doorway
To wrangle some screams from the room
And isn't it me?
Putting pain in a stranger
LIke a portrait in flesh
Who trails on a leash
Will you see
That I'm scared and I'm lonely
So I'll break up my room
And yawn and I'll run to the center
Of things where the knowing one says
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys
Get it here thing
Boys, boys it's a cheap thing, cheap thing
Im' glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, well, isn't that neat?
I'm in your way
And I'll steal every moment
If this trade is a curse
Then I'll bless youa and run
To the crossroads and hamburgers
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing
If you want it boys
Get it here thing
Oh boy it's a cheap thing
Cheap thing
Candidate
I'll make you a deal
Like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home
'Cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing
It even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end
Where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall
I smell the blood
Of les tricoteuses
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
I'm having so much fun
With the poisonous people
Spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
But one makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner
Selling vacuum mache
Making bullet proof faces
Charles Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
I want you I need you
Anyone out there any time
A tres butch little number whines
Hey dirty I want you
When it's good
It's really good
When it's bad I go to pieces
If you want it, boys
Get it here thing
Well on the street where you live
I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In a cellar like a church with the door ajar
Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind
We can't stop trying 'til we make up our minds
Till the sun drip blood on a seedy young knights
Who press you to the ground while shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down one more time
With you by my side I should be fine
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
Sweet Thing (Reprise)
If you want it boys, get it here thing
Hope boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Is it nice in your snowstorm
Freezing your brain
Do you think that your face looks the same?
Well let it be
It's all I ever wanted
It's a street with a deal
It's got taste
It's got claws
It's got me
It's got you
Rebel Rebel
You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's all right
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they play it hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say you're wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and a live wire
You've got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress, you're a juvenille success
Because your face is a mess, so how could you know?
I said, how could you know?
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go
What can I do for you, looks like you've been there too
Because you've torn your dress and your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know
Eh, eh, how could they kow?
Eh, eh
Rock 'n' Roll With Me
You always were the one that knew
They sold us for the likes of you
I always wanted new surroundings
A room to rent
While the lizards lay crying in the heat
Trying to remember who to meet
I would take a foxy kind of stand
While tens of thousands found me in demand
When you rock 'n' roll with me
No one else I'd rather be
Nobody down here can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me
Gentle hearts are counted down
The queue is out of sight and out of sounds
Me, I'm out of breath but not quite doubting
I've found a door which lets me out
When you rock 'n' roll with meB No one else I'd rather be
Nobody down here, can do it for me
I'm in tears again
When you rock 'n' roll with me
We are the Dead
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered
If you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
We taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by
Just reply you've changed your mind
We're fighting with teh eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard yet now
We feel that we are paper choking on your nightly
They tell me, Son, we want you be elusive
But don't walk far
For we're breaking in the new boys
Deceive your next of kind
For you're dancing
Where the dogs decay defecating ecstacy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin king
But I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh dress yourself my urchin one
For I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen
Because of all we've said
We are the dead
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted
All the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right knowing it's right
Now I'm hoping someone will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care
Locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven is on the pillow
Its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service
Guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of pressmen
Bent on gettin' hung and buried
And the legendary curtains
Are drawn round baby dankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them fifteen round the table
White and dressed to kill
Oh caress yourself my juicy
For my hands are all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one
For I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead
1984
Someday they will get you now you must decree
The times they are a telling
And the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves
And the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage lure of 1984
They'll split your pretty cranium
And fill it full of air
And tell you that you're eighty
Brother you won't care
You'll be shooting up on anything
Tomorrow's never there
Beware the savage lure of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me
We played an all night movie role
You said it would last
But I get we arrove in 1984, 1984
I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride
I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side
I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
Beware the savage lure of 1984
1984, 1984, 1984, 1984, 1984, 1984
Big Brother
Don't talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses?
Don't talk of last years capers
Give me steel, give me steel
Give me pulsars unreal
He'll build a glass asylum
With just a hint of mayhem
He'll build a better whirlpool
We'll be living from sin
Then we can really begin
Please saviour, saviour show us
Hear me, I'm graphically yours
Someone claim to us - someone to follow
Someone to shame us - some brave apollo
Someone to fool us - someone like you
We want you Big Brother - Big Brother
I know you think you're awful square
But you made everyone and you've been everywhere
Lord I think you'd overdose if you know what's going down
Someone to claim us - someone to follow
Someone to shame us - some brave apollo
Someone to fool us - someone like you
We want you Big Brother - Big Brother
Chant of the
Ever Circling Skeletal Family
Brother
Shake it up
Shake it up
Move it up
Move it up
Brother
Oo-oo
Diamond Dogs