(Ian Hunter)
Imagination's all in the mind Why don't you come up and see me some time Get wild get weird get wonderful And we can slip into something more comfortable Imagination's up in the air You wanna stretch it, it'll go anywhere I bet those twins ain't identical Why don't we slip into something more comfortable What's that sound, what's that sound The Flyin' Scotsman's back in town Can you hear that lonesome whistle call, Why don't you slip into something more comfortable Imagination - there ain't any tax On imagining this and imagining that It's the only thing left that's a free-for-all Why don't we slip into something more comforatable Gather round, gather round The Flyin' Scotsman's back in town A fully operational Why don't we slip into something more comforatable Imagination's a beautiful book Well take a look, why don't you take a look Extra large, large, medium, small Why don't we slip into something more comfortable Hit the sack, hit the sack The Flyin' Scotsman's back on track All hail rock 'n' roll Why don't we slip into something more comfortable Why don't we slip into something more comfortable Why don't we slip into something more comfortable Why don't we slip into something more comfortable Why don't we slip into something, slip into something Slip into something, slip into something more comfortable
(Ian Hunter)
The flaw was always in your sacred heart Biding its time till you played the wrong card Ain't no hurry - it can wait To take you out on a last date There's so many places that a flaw can hide In the back of you head or in between your thighs And you don't know where And you don't know when But sooner or later they're gonna rise again No more innocence, no more guilt No more crying over that milk you spilt Scales of justice out of whack Take a look at that train wreck - purrin' like a Cadillac You're clutching at straws - what can the matter be - you're fatally flawed When you've exhausted every avenue And no one knows what else they can do There must've been a twist in your DNA Tt's those fatal flaws, they never fade away Oooo they never fade away Oooo they don't fade away Oooo they don't fade away Oooo they don't fade away Fatal flaws like to breed inside addictive personalities By her bed she opens up the drawer And there's bottles full of them fatal flaws Razor sharp, babe, razor sharp They can turn your lights out baby Leave you in the dark, They can make you crazy They can make you mean They got all the power They cut like guillotines 'N there ain't no cure - what can the matter be, it's those fatal flaws Oooo they don't fade away Oooo they never leave you alone Oooo those fatal flaws Oooo gonna carry you home Oooo they never fade away Oooo they don't fade away Oooo they never fade away Oooo they never fade away You lost your makeup, you were scramblin' on the floor Lookin' for somethin' you ain't got any more
(Ian Hunter)
Mother I'm a stranger in a strange land I feel like an alien Like I'm on the outside lookin' in I don't seem to fit in Maybe I'm Aladdin with a rusty lamp The genie never stood a chance To make all my wishes come true But here's what I wanna do I'm gonna lean on the 1% When I'm president I wanna 28th Amendment When I'm president Like thieves on the holy road Diggin' up the motherlode Like pirates on the open sea Like highway robbery Still whinin' about your bonus Man up, you're ridiculous You know you can't take it with ya So give a little extra I'm gonna lean on the 1% When I'm president No more bargains in the basement When I'm president Washington, Jefferson Watch out baby 'cos here I come Abraham, Theodore You're gonna see my ugly mug up on Mt Rushmore You go in with the right intent When you become president You hold those truths to be self-evident When you become president But something happens to you up on the hill It's business as usual How do you wanna buck the sysem? Welcome to the pit and the pendulum I'm gonna lean on the 1% When I'm president I wanna 28th Amendment When I'm president No more bargains in the basement When I'm president Everything's gonna be different When I'm president Veto this, veto that When I'm president I'll stick it to the fat cats Cross my heart, hope to die When I'm president pigs are gonna fly Look at 'em!
(Ian Hunter)
I had enough of those plastic bags Can't read them daily rags Can't watch, can't listen to trash television, trash television Had enough of counting sheep Buyin' them magazines, read 'em 'n' weep What you read is what you know Gonna write a letter, gonna write a letter home Cut the crap, lose the bling Try a little recreational skulldiving Satellite shopping, inflatable rain Amateur dramatics, amateur dramatics Get off that cellular phone Ain't you got a mind of your own You gotta learn how to use it, learn how to use it, learn how to use it Show me what you got now What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for Change your habits, change the locks Don't be just another kid on the block Know your enemies, know your friends Look for something better, look for something better Big wide world waitin' outside You're never gonna know if you don't give it a try You gotta learn how to use it, learn how to use it, learn how to use it Show me what you got now What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for You always worried about the way you look You're gonna fall for every trick in the book Own little street, own little prison Ah, you never listen, ah, you never listen I want respect, and what is more You ain't getting no key to the door Until you learn how to earn it, learn how to earn it, learn how to earn it Show me what you got now, show me what you got now, show me what you got now What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for, what for, what for, I'll give you what for What for - yada yada yada yada
(Ian Hunter)
Black tears, vulnerable veneers Just another weapon in your arsenal of fear Little beads of misery that kill me when you cry Let me kiss the circles better underneath your eyes Black tears, dancin' in the rain You can't seem to stop 'em, here they come again It ain't funny when the levee breaks You could drown a river, baby, you could raise a lake I watched your blue eyes turnin' into green eyes I watched your green eyes turnin' into sad eyes I watched your sad eyes turnin' into red eyes I watched your red eyes turnin' into black eyes Black tears, cluttering up the place Tiny little accusations trickling down your face Black tears, every drop a kiss You know how to suck the soul out of every note there is Black tears falling like the leaves Little flakes of nakedness twisting in the breeze Stormy weather, that's some power you've got I don't know when you're fakin' it and I don't know when you're not I watched your blue eyes turnin' into green eyes I watched your green eyes turnin' into sad eyes I watched your sad eyes turnin' into red eyes I watched your red eyes turnin' into black eyes That's some kind of power you got You can switch 'em on and you can turn 'em off I watched your blue eyes turnin' into green eyes I watched your green eyes turnin' into sad eyes I watched your sad eyes turnin' into red eyes I watched your red eyes turnin' into black eyes That's some kind of power you got You can switch 'em on and you can turn 'em off Black tears, I had no idea Put your hat and coat on, let me get you out of here
(Ian Hunter/James Mastro)
I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin Lords 'n' ladies, sittin by the hillside Makin' their bets on who is gonna win I'd be with Jesse 'n' Frank I'd be with Jesse 'n' Frank I'd be with Jesse 'n' Frank But there ain't no way no one-legged hero could help 'em rob a bank I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no That would never do I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint no I ain't no saint, no But I could never be you I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin; Horror, horror, can't believe the horror Flashbacks, deathtraps, morphine kicking in I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no hayseed I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, but you can never buy me It ain't the same without the music It ain't the same without the music It ain't the same without the music It ain't the same without the music (two, three, four) I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin I got one leg 'n' a tin I took one for the team, one for the dream One for the slaves, one for freedom Put a penny in I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no That would never do I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no I ain't no saint, no But I could never be you (Yes!)
(Ian Hunter)
I fell in love with a working girl We both grew up in a working world Julie Christie's jaw full of them pearly whites Just the way you look tonight She never bought herself the finest clothes She couldn't care less about buttons and the bows She says what counts is what's inside It's just the way you look tonight Well it's just the way you look tonight You got the face of an angel I can feel your halo burnin' bright Just the way you look tonight There ain't no make up, not a trace She can cut you off and put you in your place Her bark has gotta be worse than her bite Just the way you look tonight It's just the way you look tonight You got the face of an angel I can feel your halo burnin' bright It's just the way you look tonight It's West Side Story, only two lovers could tell When you walked in the room everything stopped It's inevitable, inevitable I fell in love with a working girl It works for me 'n' it works for her When we get it on lightning strikes It's just the way you look tonight It's just the way you look tonight You got the face of an angel I can see your halo shining bright Just the way you look tonight
(Ian Hunter)
Dirty old street, dust on the feet of the temperance congregation Hidden from view, Bobby Thornton's crew are waiting for the Wild Bunch The hands on the clock nearly fell off in shock When the wild bunch checked into the bank the teller's hands shook He's too scared to look at the stain permeating his pants Wild Bunch, ain't your rank 'n' file bunch, but they can lead you astray Wild Bunch, slay 'em in the aisles bunch, they kinda like it that way Out on the road, Thornton's posse in tow Pike yells "there's nothing but junk!" There ain't any gold, just washers full of holes They stitched up the wild bunch Left tumbleweed land, crossed the Rio Grande, bounty bums following us, Meeting a man, blood all on his hands, beggars can't be choosers Mapache's a dude with a crude attitude 'bout the Mexican revolution His arsenal's low, so we gotta go rob a train 'n' get him some Wild Bunch, what a juvenile bunch, penny dreadfuls gone to their heads Wild Bunch, goin' outta style bunch, you don't mess with no feds The passengers wept at the scale of the theft, there was gold, ammunition 'n' guns But one little crate sealed everybody's fate 'n' put paid to the wild bunch Angel 'n' Tess met unfortunate deaths, Mapache wasn't too far behind An' I'm playin' dead underneath a bed, listening to the bullets whine Wild Bunch, I kinda liked excitement, but enuff is enuff Wild Bunch, if you're gonna walk a tightrope, Sooner or later you're gonna fall off Did this ever happen? Was I ever there? Most of the time I was drunk It's a sobering thought... someone really oughta make a movie called the Wild Bunch We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river and beat up on the wild bunch We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river
(Ian Hunter)
All I need is a feather All I need is a stone All I need is a shadow To follow me home All I need is a vision All I need is a dream All I need are my people following me I never shoot from the saddle Always shoot from the ground I walk my horse up 'n' I ride him down, I decoyed Fetterman, I got no remorse They used to call me Curly now I'm Crazy Horse We fought Shoshone, we fought Arapahoes We fought the Omahas 'n' we fought the crows I can't wait to cut your long hair short The only good white is a dead white That's what I was taught Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey Hoka hey, hoka hey Paid by the rich to steal from the poor There ain't no honour in ya Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse I know these rivers I know this land I know those hills like the back of my hand Now the buffalo's gone, there ain't nothin' left 'cept little yellow stones in this wilderness I lost my brother, I lost my wife I lost my daughter, the love of my life Tell your great white father up in Washington I got a knife between my teeth for that fork in his tongue Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey Hoka hey, hoka hey You're gonna wish you'd never been born When you get to Little Big Horn Ta Shunka Witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse When you talk peace, you mean war, we'll be waiting for ya Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender Never surrender
(Ian Hunter/Jesse Hunter Patterson)
Just take some more time and I'll explain just what I see My need to be blind behind a laptop looking screen Discount my interests, 'cause I'm not what I've been The entitlement generation, always heard but never seen Well I don't know what you want, no I don't know what you want But I have to keep trying, never once can I be free I'm no good with complying, no it never suited me A consumer, late bloomer, telling lies but living free A victim of American teenage mentality Well I don't know what you want, no I don't know what you want No I don't know what you want No I don't know what you want No I don't know what you want I'm a token, not broken, but ready to concede It's a race I'm not winning, getting harder just to breathe You assume I don't understand, and I play it down It's just a phase, but we're needing some more time I just want you to tell me that you care I just want you to tell me that you care I just want you to tell me that you care I just want you to tell me that you care I don't know I don't know I don't know
(Ian Hunter)
Easy come, easy go... just another rock 'n' roll show, hope you had a great night When you get home and climb in to bed Just remember what I said 'n laugh because it's only life Fear knows how to kill ya stress knows how to kill ya, take a little sound advice We're all gettin' older Let some of those chips fall off your shoulders And laugh because it's only life Laugh because it's only, laugh because it's only Laugh because it's only life When you're down remember that Tt's all water off a duck's back And laugh because it's only life Some of us are born rich Some of us ain't got a tent to pitch, most of us just get by You gotta learn to live with it, you gotta learn to smile a little bit And laugh because it's only life I ain't talkin' 'bout the serious stuff, just talking 'bout the stupid stuff The things you do when you get high Did you blow it on MySpace, did you Twitter when you were outta your face Well laugh because it's only life Laugh because it's only - laugh because it's only - laugh because it's only life When you're down remember that - it's all water off a duck's back And laugh because it's only life I hope you had a good time - hope your time was as good as mine, my you're such a beautiful sight I can't believe after all of these years, you're still here and I'm still here Laugh because it's only life Laugh because it's only - laugh because it's only - laugh because it's only life When you're down remember that - it's all water off a duck's back And laugh because it's only life
These lyrics have been determined after careful listening to the tracks in question, and are provided for educational purposes only. Due to the possibility of mis-hearing, we cannot vouch for their accuracy. Copyright remains vested in the lawful copyright holders.
Transcribed by Adrian Perkins in October 2016