(John Fiddler)
Made my way across the city now Me and my suitcase was in my car All the lights they were laughin' at me In the spotlight you can see the scar Our love is on the road to ruins Falling deeper and deeper My heart spins a wheel You've become the ghost of futures past now You're the nightmare that's in my dreams You get up to take another blast now You're the flies in my potions and creams Our love is on the road to ruins Falling deeper and deeper My heart spins a wheel Give me one more chance to run Give me one more chance to run Give me one more chance to run I wish that I was free as a bird now Flying so high that I could not come down I would sing every song you ever heard now Hit every spot in this one-horse town Our love is on the road to ruins Falling deeper and deeper My heart spins a wheel Give me one more chance to run Give me one more chance to run Give me one more chance to run Give me one more chance to run (I'm begging you please) Give me one more chance to run (I'm down on my knees) Give me one more chance to run I've rolled and I've rolled round this tumbling old world I hold on fast to give my love to the girl Give me one more chance to run...
(Garland Jeffries)
(...wild in the streets... wild in the streets... wild in the streets... wild in the streets...) Well in the heat of the summer Gonna call up a plumber To turn on the steam pump to cool me off With the newspaper writers And the big crime fighters I still need a drugstore to cure my cough Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets You got a fan called Shady And a Midnight Lady And two Queen Mary's to beat the band You better not touch us You'd best believe us Your teenage jive is gonna work out a mess Running wild in the streets (4 times) Mrs. America tell me how is your favourite son? Do you really care what he has done? Running wild in the streets...
(John Fiddler/Overend Watts)
My temperature's risin' I'm knocked off my feet I'd get a better deal right out on the street OK You look through me like I'm made outta glass You don't need a diamond to make that pass OK I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love, don't want your love To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK) You're playin' a game but you make the rules You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK) I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love, don't want your love, Don't want your love, don't want your love I'm just a guy who's lost his cool now I'm just a clown who's become a fool now I'm just a road without no cars now I'm just a wound without a scar now To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK) You're playin' a game but you make the rules You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK) I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love, don't want your love, Don't want your love, don't want your love
(Kim Fowley/Kerry Scott)
Bobby and Sue still go to school Falling asleep and it ain't too cool Tom and Jane stuck in the rain At every concert when the bus leaves early We're just wasting time Wondering what we'll find when it's all over I think I'll cut my hair off and start brand new again Why bother being different? We're all the same Hey friend it's gotta end I don't care what you wear, it's what you are that makes you a star International heroes, you got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose The noise I hear year after year ain't done nothin' but become unclear Hey everybody, what have we got? Old clothes and records starting to rot Don't throw them away Open yourselves to the sounds of the future International heroes, you got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose International heroes, you got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose... lose... lose... lose International heroes, you got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose International heroes, you got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose
(John Fiddler)
First met you you were lonely, pushin' your smile in my face Now I know that you're phoney, you're the human race's disgrace You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man, fork talking man You laid down on the floor just to cheat me for a while Before I could even count to four the visions of you ran wild You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man, fork talking man People I'm telling you there's a conspiracy The witness to that is the sadness that you see I'm looking at you. Are you looking at me? Are ya? Ain't no-one can make you what you're not If there's a chance to run they'll give a shot I look pretty cold but I'm really hot. Hotcha! Every time you walk on the street with your heart muscles all on show You ask someone the time of day and they tell you which way to go Now you're a man without a brain, a prisoner without parole You're in a rush without a name, a spirit without a soul You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man, fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man, fork talking man
(John Fiddler/Morgan Fisher/Overend Watts)
Think of the love that I gave you When you're living all alone I don't know how to behave with you Wish you'd bury my love like a bone And baby we can dig it out And baby we can dig it in But if you leave me lying here You'll be guilty of a sin Remember the days that we spent Trying out a little tenderness Now who's the lucky guy With your hands on him and his on your dress Remember the time that we spent Alone in our room? Did we create a harmony Or just an image of this fool? 'n Mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Now here's a big empty man He's alive but his head's in his hands And just like the sands of time You can feel him going down Just can't escape his reason and rhyme So don't you think you won the game His memory lives in you just the same And I know you're thinking o' him And you are guilty of the sin 'n Mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Babe, my life's in your hands Look at me, your life's in my hands Look at you, my life's in your hands Hey, yeahhh 'n Mama My life's in your hands My life's in your hands Hey, my life's in your hands Ooh, my life's in your hands I believe these changing days Have burned my love in fiery flames
(John Fiddler)
Thinkin' about my past, and I can't help myself Feelin' like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf Let the printer set the type, 'n even roll the press Writer, write your story and get me outta this mess! All of the prophecies written in the fortune stars Race through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding cars I live like a mirage, and I live like a dream Many people think that they know me, but they're only outside lookin' in 'n I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long So you can't turn my pages or read between my lines Till the birds have fled their cages 'n there ain't no more gold to find Let the fiddler play until the break o' day Hand me that bottle boys and let me drift away Big drift away!!! I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long Big drift away!!!
(John Fiddler/Overend Watts)
Professionals. Amateurs. Step on the gas - I can't slow down now Keep on the grass - I'm movin' too fast What's it to you? - I'm livin' each day Do something new - like it'll be my last Ain't it a shame? - when you're old you're old yeah You ain't to blame - 'n when you're young you're young Don't it feel good? - if you feel that feelin' well Knew that it would - come on and have some fun I said I told you once before that you don't have to ask for more And I don't care how long it takes I'll keep on pushin' till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Look like a fool - when you're too old to pogo That ain't too cool - and you're too tired to strut Get back to school - you must be eatin' loco weeds In your breakfast and they kick you in the gut Always the same - when you're wrong you're wrong Part o' the game - 'n when you're right you're right Ain't it a shame - y'know you better believe me If you go out in the sun they gonna lock you up at night I said I told you once before, don't want you hangin' round my door And I don't care how long it takes I'll keep on pushin' till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks Till the mornin' breaks 1, 2, 3, 4 Look like a fool - when you're too old to pogo That ain't too cool - and you're too tired to strut Get back to school - well you must be eatin' loco weeds In your breakfast and they kick you in the gut I said I told you once before, why'd y'ever pass the cure (?) around my door
(John Fiddler)
Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough They don't think about rules but they make themselves fools when they live on snow Eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich Now some are bound for glory, and some are bound to lose Some are bound in leather, and some are bound to blow their fuse Now all you young people, don't you forget where it's leadin' to Don't you fix with a steeple, you get no respect outta sniffin' glue There ain't no place that you can run to If the battle-field is just a mirror image of you Eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich Some folk stands with their backs to the wall They look the same as the wall, that's all They say the bricks are tryin' to look like them And to tell 'em apart you look again and again And again and again and again and again and again Eat the rich, eat the rich Just take a big bite They're filthy... I said filthy!
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(Transcribed by Jim Madden)