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All The Young Dudes

Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five.
 
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freedy's got spots from ripping off the stars
From his face, funky little boat race.
 
The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T-Rex
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad.
 
All The Young Dudes
(Hey dudes!)
Carry the news
(Where are ya?)
Boogaloo dudes
(Stand up, come on)
Carry the news.
 
All The Young Dudes
(I wanna hear you)
Carry the news
(I wanna see you)
Boogaloo dudes
(And I wanna talk to you, all of you)
Carry the news.
 
Now Lucy looking sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love, oh yes we can love.
 
And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that Revolution stuff
What a drag, too many snags.
 
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Gotta race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around or is it in my head?
Yeah, I'm a dude dad.
 
All The Young Dudes
(Hey dudes!)
Carry the news
(Where are ya?)
Boogaloo dudes
(Stand up)
Carry the news.
 
All The Young Dudes
(I wanna hear ya)
Carry the news
(I wanna see you)
Boogaloo dudes
(And I wanna relate to you)
Carry the news.
 
All The Young Dudes
(What dudes?)
Carry the news
(Let's hear the news, come on)
Boogaloo dudes
(I wanna kick you)
Carry the news.
 
All The Young Dudes
Carry the news
(I want you)
Boogaloo dudes
(I want you at the front)
Carry the news
(Now you, all his friends)
 
All The Young Dudes
(Now you bring him down 'cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
(I want him right here, bring him, come on)
Carry the news
(Bring him, ha ha, here you go)
 
All The Young Dudes
(I? ve wanted to do this for years, ha ha ha)
Carry the news
(There you go!)
Boogaloo dudes
(How do you feel?)
Carry the news.
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Ian Hunter


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Fight Back

you're never gonna make it
your not good enough
there's a million other people with the same stuff
you really think your different
man you must be kidding
think your gonna hit it
but you just don't get it
it's impossible
it's not probable
your irresponsible
too many obstacles
you gotta stop it yo
you gotta take it slow
you can't be a pro
don't waste your time no more
 
who the fuck are you
to tell me what to do
I don't give a damn if you say you disapprove
I'm gonna make my move
I'm gonna make it soon
and I'll do it cuz it's what I want to fuckin do
 
cuz all these opinions
and all these positions
they coming in millions
they're blocking your vision
but no you can't listen
that shit is all fiction
cuz you hold the power as long as your driven
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youre never gonna make it
there's no way that you make it
yea maybe you can fake it
but your never gonna make it
 
are you just gonna take that?
make them take it all back
don't tell me you believe that
are you just gonna take that
or will you fucking fight back?
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you ain't gonna make it
you ain't never ever gonna break it
you can never beat em man they're better than you face it
thinkin that they give a damn your not thinking straight kid
no they give a damn you got what I'm saying
I'm not fucking playing
I'll give it to you straight man
there's too many others and your not that great man
stop what your saying
stop what your making
everybody here knows that your just faking
 
naa I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear it anymore
all these fuckin thoughts they are not what I need anymore
I'm about to shut the mother fucking door
on all you poor ass haters with your heads in the clouds
talkin out loud so proud
you better shut your god damn mouths
before I do more than speak out
its about to head south
 

Gut Feeling/Slap Your Mammy

[Verse 1]
Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a message to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
 
[Chorus]
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
 
[Verse 2]
Centered 'round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment
I looked for silvery linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
 
[Chorus]
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
I've got a gut feeling
I've got a gut feeling, feeling
 
[Bridge]
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it all around now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it up and down now)
Slap your mammy down
Slap your pappy down again
(Oh, move it all around now)
 

Sight

Everything went gray.
No light.
No shapes.
Not a thing anywhere.
 
It didn't last long.
No sight.
No shapes.
Nothing, but crippling fear.
 
Everything went grey.
I love colors
And flowers.
How could I live without.
 
There are so many
Who live
Without sight.
I could never survive.
 
We don't appreciate
What we have
Until it's lost
Now has a new meaning.
 

Ballad of The Great Eastern

In 18 hundred and 59, the engineer Brunel
Would build the greatest ship afloat, and rule the ocean's swell
Nineteen thousand tons of steel they used to shape the mighty keel
Forged inside the smelter where they made the gates of Hell
And the name upon the contract, Isambard Brunel
 
As day-by-day the monster grew, the engineer Brunel
Would watch the devil's handiwork, and woe betide a man who shirks
Or slows the pace to build the keel, nineteen thousand tons of steel
Anyone with eyes to see is but a bride of Hell
And the name upon the draftsman's chart, Isambard Brunel
 
A riveter was on the hull with his apprentice lad
He'd served his time with the older man, some say it was his dad
200 men upon the shift but when the day is done
The count is hundred 98, before the setting sun
They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell
No more delays are countenanced by Isambard Brunel
And so they work a double shift, to make the time in full
No mention of the missing men, they seal the double hull
 
The ship was launched upon the tide and all the townsfolk cheered
A brass band played but not a word of omens they had feared
But before the afternoon was out, the celebration wrecked
A dignitary clutched his heart, and collapsed upon the deck
No doctors could revive him as the telegraphs would tell
And the name upon the coffin, Isambard Brunel
 
And now upon the open sea, the mighty ship did plough
But many feared the darkness, in the shadow of its prow
An explosion on the lower deck, would take the souls of five
With a growing superstition among the sailors still alive
 
The captain and his boy are lost while rowing to the shore
The crew will threaten mutiny and say they'll work no more
They began to say the ship was cursed, they hadn't even seen the worst
They'd signed on able-bodied men, but they wouldn't sail to Hell
When the name upon the manifest is Isambard Brunel
 
For 14 years that ship will sail, misfortune taken hard
The owners barely find a crew to reach the breakers' yard
And as they take the plates apart, unseal the double hull
The breakers call the foreman over, they'd found a human skull
And then they find the younger man, forced to understand
That in the hour of their torment, he'd reached his father's hand
 
In 18 hundred and 59, the engineer Brunel
Would build the greatest ship afloat, and rule the ocean's swell
Nineteen thousand tons of steel they used to shape the mighty keel
Forged inside the smelter where they made the gates of Hell
And the name upon the contract, Isambard Brunel