Animalize Lyrics
Words and Music by Paul Stanley and Desmond Child
How many times have they lied with the truth in their eyes?
...treat you like dirt, wasting the days of our lives?
They try to deny it. Ain't gonna buy it. Just look around.
Before it's all over, it's gonna get rough.
I've Had Enough! (Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Nothing and no one is stopping me now.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Ooh, just hang tough and we'll make it somehow.
How many times have you given up more than you've got?
Countin' on things turnin' out when you know they will not.
Ain't gonna take it; kick it an' break it. Just look around.
Before it's all over, it's gonna get rough.
I've Had Enough! (Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Nothing and no one is stopping me now.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Ooh, just hang tough and we'll make it somehow.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Nothing and no one is stopping me now.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Ooh, just hang tough and we'll make it somehow.
Wishin' and hopin' won't get you nothin'.
Prayin' and schemin'; no time for dreamin'
I've got the power. This is the hour now...
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Wishin' and hopin' won't get you nothin'.
Prayin' and schemin'; no time for dreamin'
I've got the power. This is the hour now...
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Nothing and no one is stopping me now.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Ooh, just hang tough and we'll make it somehow.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Nothing and no one is stopping me now.
(Out of the cold. Into The Fire.)
Come on!!!
Words and Music by Paul Stanley and Desmond Child
I look at you and my blood boils hot.
I feel my temp'rature rise.
I want it all. Give me what you got.
There's hunger in your eyes
I'm gettin' closer, baby, hear me breathe.
You know the way to give me what I need.
Just let me love you and you'll never leave.
Feel my heat takin' you higher.
Burn with me. Heaven's On Fire!
Paint the sky with desire.
Angel fly. Heaven's On Fire!
I got a fever ragin' in my heart.
You make me shiver and shake.
Baby, don't stop. Take it to the top.
Eat it like a piece of cake.
You're comin' closer. I can hear you breathe.
You drive me crazy when I start to tease.
You could bring the devil to his knees.
Feel my heat takin' you higher.
Burn with me. Heaven's On Fire!
Paint the sky with desire.
Angel fly. Heaven's On Fire!
Oh, oh, Heaven's On Fire!
Oh, oh, Heaven's On Fire!
Oh, oh!
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I'm gettin' closer, baby, hear me breathe.
You know the way to give me what I need.
Just let me love you and you'll never leave.
Feel my heat takin' you higher.
Burn with me. Heaven's On Fire!
Paint the sky with desire.
Angel fly. Heaven's On Fire!
Feel my heat takin' you higher.
Burn with me. Heaven's On Fire!
Paint the sky with desire.
Angel fly. Heaven's On Fire!
Words and Music by Gene Simmons
Well, it's out of the fryin' pan and into the fire.
You bent over, baby, an' let me be your driver.
Just a cut of pink would you believe me if I told you,
this time, you bit off more than you can chew? My, my. Yeah, yeah. Just listen to this, babe.
I got nasty habits it's a fine line.
So many girls, so little time.
Love rears it's head. I wanna get on your case.
Ooh, babe, I wanna put my log in your fireplace.
Ooh, maybe, baby, you wanna get played
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
It's an act of thrust any way you slice it.
No sticks and stones, no kicks and groans can hide it.
So, why kid yourself? It's so cut and dry.
Your body's condemned and figures don't lie.
I gotta cover my class. Won't sit up and beg.
Gotta keep my tail between my legs.
You're cuttin' off your nose to spite your face.
Whoa, babe, gonna put you in your place. So,:
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Well, the heels are stacked now.
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
And there's nothing you can do.
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
So, don't burn your bridges!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
We're all fools!!!
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Well, the heels are stacked against you.
Don't burn your bridges. We're all through.
Hey, babe, and there's nothing you can do.
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Burn, Bitch, Burn! Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Words and Music by Paul Stanley and Mitch Weissmann
I didn't know about the modern way of life. I didn't really care.
I never gave a damn about the future. I never got my share.
Somebody said:"Boy, your time's a wastin'. You're movin' much too slow.
So many things in life worth tastin'. So much you aughta know."
Get down. Fool around. If you got half a chance, you take it.
Ooh, yeah, stand your ground. You gotta bend the rules to make it.
Hold tight. See the light. Think of all the dues you're payin'
So true. I'm tellin' you. Wise up. Can't you hear me sayin':
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Sing along gotta keep on hummin'!
(Stop waitin' for your lucky break.) Stop waitin';wastin' time!
(What fuckin' difference does it make?) Ooh, gotta keep it comin'!
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Doncha know, I'm gonna take what's mine!
People lookin', eyes wide open. Tell me what you see.
Bodies tired. Minds a-chokin'. You gotta set 'em free.
Don't think about the race they're runnin'. They'll never let you in.
With all the rules, it's a race of fools and you can never win. Look out!!!
Get down. Fool around. Think of all the dues you're payin'.
So true. I'm tellin' you. Wise up. Can't you hear me sayin':
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Sing along gotta keep on hummin'!
(Stop waitin' for your lucky break.) Stop waitin';wastin' time!
(What fuckin' difference does it make?) I don't care I'm gonna keep it comin'!
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Ooh!
You know what I'm talkin' about. Aw, just take a look around you.
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(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Sing along let me hear you hummin'!
(Stop waitin' for your lucky break.) Stop waitin';wastin' time!
(What fuckin' difference does it make?) Ooh, gotta keep it comin'!
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Doncha know, I'm gonna take what's mine!
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Sing along gotta keep on hummin'!
(Stop waitin' for your lucky break.) Stop waitin';wastin' time!
(What fuckin' difference does it make?) Ooh, gotta keep it comin'!
(You've gotta Get All You Can Take) Doncha know, I'm gonna take what's mine!
Words and Music by Gene Simmons
My eggs in one basket but, she threw me a bone.
She was dealt a full deck but, she likes to live alone.
Ain't just talkin' to myself. Need a reason to stop. Oh, yeah!
With a flower in her teeth, she drained the last drop.
I said, girls love money; like bees to honey...
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Asked her for a refill. Sweat flew off my face. Oh, yeah!
She's a legendary figure; kept me in a cage.
She's a torture chamber. When I seduced her in my bed,
she gave a cold reading. Success went to her head.
In the heat of battle, the heart cannot rule. I'm such a fool.
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
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Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Lonely Is The Hunter!
You're my one and only
and, Lonely Is The Hunter!
Words and Music by Paul Stanley, Eric Carr, and Desmond Child
Spoken words are in light blue.
Lookin' for a thrill, you'll get it my way.
Let's hit the highway. I'll take you down.
Shoot-out in the night. Lookin' for action.
The main attraction is back in town.
Press the pedal to the metal! On your mark, set, go!
(Under The Gun!) Do your living on the trigger!
(Under The Gun!) Walk on the wire!
(Under The Gun!) When the stakes are gettin' bigger!
(Under The Gun!) Take aim and fire!
I don't need a reason to get crazy.
I'm gettin' crazy and that's enough.
Show me somethin' strange, then, make it stranger.
I swear that danger runs in my blood.
Press the pedal to the metal! On your mark, set, go!
When the dust begins to settle, ev'rybody's gonna know!
(Under The Gun!) Do your living on the trigger!
(Under The Gun!) Walk on the wire!
(Under The Gun!) When the stakes are gettin' bigger!
(Under The Gun!) Take aim and fire!
(Fire!) Come on, boys!
(Fire!)
(Fire!)
(Fire!) HOW!!!
Yeah, there's no speed limit where I'm comin' from.
Let's hit the highway doin' sixty-nine!
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Press the pedal to the metal! On your mark, set, go!
When the dust begins to settle, ev'rybody's gonna know!
(Under The Gun!) Do your living on the trigger!
(Under The Gun!) Walk on the wire!
(Under The Gun!) When the stakes are gettin' bigger!
(Under The Gun!) Take aim and fire!
(Under The Gun!)
(Under The Gun!)
(Under The Gun!)
(Under The Gun!)
Come on, boys! (Fire!)
I can't hear ya! (Fire!)
(Fire!)
Words and Music by Paul Stanley and Jean Beavoir
Early morning, as she wakes from her sleep,
nine-to-five is the day that she'll keep.
Ties her hair up and her blouse buttoned tight.
Gets her work done as she waits for the night.
All the people, tell me, what would they say,
if they knew her, how she hides it away?
Locked inside, there's the start of a flame
and the feeling that she never will tame.
Ooh, and she's walkin' around like a mystery.
There's a woman that nobody sees, living inside!
Thrills In The Night. Far from the light.
Passion taking over.
Prices she pays, all through the days,
No one really knows her.
In the ev'ning, when she takes to the street,
she goes hunting with a body in heat
and desires she's kept hidden inside, make her tingle
and, she knows why she lies!
Ooh, and she's walkin' around like a mystery.
There's a woman that nobody sees, living inside!
Thrills In The Night. Far from the light.
Passion taking over.
Prices she pays, all through the days,
No one really knows her.
Thrills In The Night. Far from the light.
Passion taking over.
Prices she pays, all through the days,
No one really knows her.
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Ooh, see the stranger that she's pushing away
as she dresses for the start of a day
and desires she's kept hidden inside, make her tingle
yeah, she knows why she lies!
Thrills In The Night. Far from the light.
Passion taking over.
Prices she pays, all through the days,
No one really knows her.
Thrills In The Night. Far from the light.
Passion taking over.
Prices she pays, all through the days,
No one really knows her.
Words and Music by Gene Simmons and Mitch Weissmann
What goes on behind closed doors? Private wounds. Open sores.
You're your own worst enemy. Cheap thrills bring you to your knees.
It's "thumbs down" for someone you know. Well, it's easy come an' easy go.
Burn your bridges. Take what you can get.
Go for the throat 'cause you paid your debt.
Livin' well is the best revenge so, give 'em hell.
While The City Sleeps It's all there in black and white.
While The City Sleeps Through the eye of the needle, gotta thread your life.
While The City Sleeps
While The City Sleeps
Hit or miss. An eye for an eye. Live for today and don't ask why.
For better or worse, you're bought and sold.
They love you when you're hot and leave you when you're cold.
Burn your bridges. Take what you can get.
Go for the throat 'cause you paid your debt.
Livin' well is the best revenge so, give 'em hell.
While The City Sleeps Better run for your life; take your troubles to the night.
While The City Sleeps Beggars, thieves, and losers. There's no relief.
While The City Sleeps There's no relief While The City Sleeps
While The City Sleeps
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Burn your bridges. Take what you can get.
Go for the throat 'cause you paid your debt.
Livin' well is the best revenge so, give 'em hell.
While The City Sleeps While The City Sleeps
While The City Sleeps While The City Sleeps
While The City Sleeps Yeah, there's no relief!
While The City Sleeps
Words and Music by Gene Simmons and Mitch Weissmann
Hey, with a slight of hand and a word of mouth
She's a cat been caged too long. Now, she's breakin' out.
Well, get it straight; better cross your heart
'cause sparks are gonna fly. Let me tell ya what it's all about.
Better run for cover, babe. She's gonna make her move.
You know she could. She's a rich bitch. Better get her while the gettin's good.
She's a vision in leather like salt on a wound.
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned.
She's Murder In High Heels
She ain't the girl-next-door worth waiting for.
Well, you're playin' with fire. A pool of sweat's lying on the floor.
She'll bring you to your knees when you're laid to rest.
She's gonna give you somethin'. She's just gotta get it off her chest.
She's a vision in leather like salt on a wound.
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned.
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She's a vision in leather like salt on a wound.
Just a turn of a knob and she's real fine tuned.
She's Murder In High Heels
She's Murder In High Heels
She's Murder In High Heels