Asylum Lyrics
Words and Music by Paul Stanley, Bruce Kulick, and Desmond Child
I'm gonna climb the mountain. I'm gonna hit the top.
I wanna go where nobody's ever been. I'm never gonna stop.
I'm gonna reign. I'm gonna shine. I'm gonna hit the ground.
I'm gonna shoot through the night like a shotgun.
I'm gonna get on down. I wanna get on down.
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
Don't try to save my soul from destruction. I'm never gonna fall.
Don't try to give me a piece of the action. I'm gonna take it all.
All the king's horses, all the kings men, we're gettin' crazy again and again.
Make up your mind 'cause it's time we get goin'
We're gonna get on down. We're gonna get on down.
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
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King Of The Mountain!
King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain!
I'm the King Of The Mountain! Let's go!
Words and Music by Gene Simmons and Howard Rice
I caught the tail of a hurricane
and, I've never, ever been the same.
I went out on a limb; gotcha under your skin. Well, alright.
You got dirt under your finger nails.
What I'm thinkin' could land me in jail.
Well, you're caught in this trap and you can never go back. No, no.
I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctor's orders.
Well, it's better late than never. Can't stay innocent forever.
Any Way You Slice It. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You know you can't deny it. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You're hot under the collar; ain't your mother's little daughter any more.
Ain't no wolf on the corner.
Can't keep it in any longer.
Well, if you're lookin' for bliss, what I got, you can't miss. Well, alright.
When it works like a charm, it'll do ya no harm.
You'll be in heaven tonight. I know, you'll feel alright. Yeah!
Any Way You Slice It. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You know you can't deny it. (Any Way You Slice It.)
I know what's in your heart. I know what's in your mind. Whoa, right!
Any Way You Slice It. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You know you can't deny it. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You're hot under the collar; ain't your mother's little daughter any more.
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I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctor's orders.
Well, it's better late than never. Can't stay innocent forever. No, no. No, no.
Yeah-eah!Well, if I told you once, I told you twice:
Just listen, babe, and take my advice:
Why settle for seconds when you can have the best?
Lemme be your king bee. I want your hornet's nest.
Any Way You Slice It. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You know you can't deny it. (Any Way You Slice It.)
I know what's in your heart. I know what's in your mind.
Any Way You Slice It. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You know you can't deny it. (Any Way You Slice It.)
You're hot under the collar; ain't your mother's little daughter any more.
Ya know, ya ain't your mother's little daughter any more.
Words and Music by Paul Stanley, Desmond Child, and Jean Beauvoir
Ooh, you look good tonight, standing there in your own world.
Baby, talk to me with your eyes before the moment dies.
I want to say to you: Time is just passing us by.
You keep waiting for something called love...
Wake up in the middle of the night. Nobody's gonna make it alright.
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Open yourself to me. Let me show you what it can be like.
Baby, giving it all that you've bot, nothing can hold you back.
Some things can't stand alone. A mountain can feel no desire.
But, a heart isn't made of stone.
Wake up in the middle of the night. Nobody's gonna make it alright.
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely?
Wake up in the middle of the night. Nobody's gonna make it alright.
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I want to say to you: Time is just passing us by.
You keep waiting for something called love...
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be with you tonight?
Who Wants To Be Lonely? Who wants to be holding you tight?
Words and Music by Gene Simmons and Bruce Kulick
Only got one life to live. I'm gonna live it. Oh, yeah!
Some people say I go to far. I don't care. I'm reachin' for the stars.
Gonna climb that ladder to the top. Nothing can stop me now.
Well, look out, world, 'cause, here I come. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Life's a Trial By Fire. I'm gonna live my life. Oh, yeah!
It's a Trial By Fire. So, just a-roll the dice. Oh,yeah! And, I'll take what I can get.
Can't listen to nobody else. Ya just gotta believe in yourself.
They'll criticize you and lay down the law. They'll say: "Just, who do you think you are?"
Gonna live it 'til the rivers run dry. What've I got to loose?
Just try and stop me. Go ahead and try. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Life's a Trial By Fire. I'm gonna live it up. Oh, yeah!
It's a Trial By Fire. So, just a-roll the dice.Oh, yeah!
Trial By Fire. Never gonna give it up. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
People say I'm crazy. They don't understand.
They haven't got a clue. Oh, no!
They say: "Tell me everything." They say: "Let me hear you sing."
I say: "Tell ya what I'm gonna do." Oh, yeah!
'Cause, I'm gonna live me life the way I want to.
Live it...live it the way I want to.
Trial By Fire. I'm gonna live my life. Oh, yeah!
Trial By Fire. So, just a-roll the dice.
Trial By Fire. I'm gonna live my life. Oh, yeah!
Trial By Fire. So, just a-roll the dice.
Trial By Fire. I'm gonna live my life. Oh, yeah!
Trial By Fire. So, just a-roll the dice.
Words and Music by Paul Stanley, Bruce Kulick, and Desmond Child
Too many women. I've got too little time. I keep on tryin'.
Man, if it kills me, I know that I'll go dead, stiff, and smilin'
Don't need no doctor putting me to bed. Give me the nurse and I'll make sure that she's fed.
Don't need no doctor givin' me pills. I'm hot enough to give you chills.
Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Take a look in the book of love. Man, it's understood, right to the letter.
One pretty girl makes you feel pretty good. Two's even better.
I learned my lesson, my "golden rule". Ya know, I made the teacher stay after school.
Don't look for reasons. Don't waste my time. I've got the goods to make you mine.
Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
Yeah! You make my heart beat.
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Don't need no doctor. Take a look in the book of love. Man, it's understood.
It ain't a crime to feel this good. No!
Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Livin' life for love. Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Livin' life for love. Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Livin' life for love. Livin' life for love. I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
I can't get enough. Get it right. I'm Alive!
Words and Music by Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Rod Swenson, and Wes Beech
I'm gettin' fired up. Hot thunder's flowin' through my blood.
My temp'rature's risin', baby, I want the warmth of your touch.
So, get a grip. I'm hot on your heels.
You're burnin' up 'cause you know how it feels
and, you just can't help yourself, now, baby, 'cause this time, it's for real.
Love's A Deadly Weapon and murder's on my mind.
It's time you learned a lesson. Gonna love you this time.
Like sugar to a baby, yeah, got somethin' you could use.
Make you an offer, baby, you can't refuse.
There you stand, all dressed in red.
I got this feelin' in me. Can't get you out of my head.
One day, you say you hate me but, I find you in my bed.
Love's A Deadly Weapon and murder's on my mind.
I'm burnin' up with fever. I'm gonna love you this time.
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Love's A Deadly Weapon and murder's on my mind.
I'm burnin' up with fever. I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna love you.
Love's A Deadly Weapon and murder's on my mind.
I'm burnin' up with fever. I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna love you.
Words and Music by Paul Stanley
I read your mind like an open book.
You lost the fire in your eyes.
You turn to me with a different look...
and, then, it's raining. Looks like it's raining.
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Something is wrong as I hold you near.
Somebody else holds your heart.
You look at me with your eyes in tears...
and, then, it's raining. Looks like it's raining.
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
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And, now, it's raining. Looks like it's raining.
And, now, it's raining. Feels like it's raining.
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Oh, no. Tears Are Falling!
Words and Music by Gene Simmons
I saw my picture hangin' on her wall. She cut it out of that magazine.
It was a hot day. She wore lingerie and nothin' else in-between.
She had long hair and thigh-high, snake skin boots
and she was all over me like a cheap suit.
Then she bared herself and stripped my soul;
began to shake, rattle, and roll. Then, I took control.
But, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I ain't nobody's fool.
Yeah, I know she's Secretly Cruel. Just when I thought it was safe,
she put her lips to my face. She's Secretly...Secretly Cruel.
Well, she grabbed my hair and I began to rise.
I could tell what she wanted by that look in her eyes...by that look in her eyes.
I said: "Come here, babe, and make it quick."
She said: "Not so fast." and had a drink.
Well, it ain't just bad luck but, I better knock on wood.
She's gonna give me ev'rything. Somehow, I knew she would.
But, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I ain't nobody's fool.
Yeah, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I said: "Baby, you're the fire
but, I am the fuel." She's Secretly...Secretly Cruel.
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Well, it ain't just bad luck but, I better knock on wood.
She's gonna give me ev'rything. Somehow, I knew she would.
But, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I ain't nobody's fool.
Yeah, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I said: "Baby, you're the fire
but, I am the fuel." She's Secretly...Secretly Cruel.
But, I know she's Secretly Cruel. I ain't nobody's fool.
Yeah, I know she's Secretly Cruel. Just when I thought it was safe,
she put her lips to my face. She's Secretly...Secretly Cruel.
Words and Music by Paul Stanley and Desmond Child
Passion fire runnin' through my veins.
Get a little bit of love and I go insane.
I may talk big, baby, I don't lie.
Ooh the guys don't know but, the girls know why.
...girls know why.
Get down and get to it. I know you can do it.
Get down and get to it. I know you can do it. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
When you feel so hot that you can't hold still
and you don't know how you're gonna get your fill,
Send an "S.O.S.", baby, I'm your man.
If I don't make good, baby, no one can.
Ooh, no one can.
Get down and get to it. I know you can do it.
Get down and get to it. I know you can do it. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
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Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Radar For Love. Radar For Love.
Words and Music by Paul Stanley, Desmond Child, and Jean Beauvoir
Ev'rywhere around the world, ev'rybody's doin' time.
Freedom comes at five-fifteen. Prison starts at quarter to nine.
It takes a hard workin' lover to keep on towin' the line.
I'll meet you under the covers. I get excited. I'm so excited.
Well, we work all day and we don't know why.
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy.
When your body's been starved, feed your appetite.
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! All Night!
Take me to the jungle, honey. We're livin' in a human zoo.
Getcha turnin' tricks for money. I'd rather roll around with you.
'Cause, when the waiting is over, I'll come a-runnin' to you.
I got the whole night to show you. I get excited. I'm so excited.
Well, we work all day and we don't know why.
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy.
When your body's been starved, feed your appetite.
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! All Night!
Ooh, lemme hear ya! (Uh!)
Right! (Uh! Uh! Uh!)
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Well, we work all day and we don't know why.
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy.
When your body's been starved, feed your appetite.
When you work all day, you gotta Uh!
Well, we work all day and we don't know why.
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy.
When your body's been starved, feed your appetite.
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! All Night!
Well, we work all day and we don't know why.
Well, there's just one thing that money can't buy.
When your body's been starved, feed your appetite.
When you work all day, you gotta Uh! All Night!