Tracks

01. Son Of A Gun
02. Tattooed Millionaire
03. Born In '58
04. Hell On Wheels
05. Gypsy Road
06. Dive! Dive! Dive!
07. All The Young Dudes
08. Lickin' The Gun
09. Zulu Lulu
10. No Lies



01. Son Of A Gun

Holy was the preacher.
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun.
This was no grim reaper.
But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done.
Ohh in a blood red sunrise.
He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die.

Just a god given holy roller.
In a god forsaken land.
He didn't choose this killing ground.
He didn't want this scrap of land.
You've got to scorch the earth, yeah.
and make the rivers run dry.
Untill we learn to hate like him.
Kill for killin'. Live to die.

Ride on you son of a gun. Ride on. Ride into the setting sun.

You've gotta be a hero, for one last time.
To prove through your destruction.
That killing is a great way of life.
There's a wooden cross somewhere.
Where they'll bury you down deep.
You lie to your people, You lie to yourself.
Your in love with death babe.
You've got no shame.

The preacher laughed. The preacher cried.
He loaded bullets as he smiled.
Congregation sat and wondered.
Would they live or would they die.
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans.
In the shadows of a cross.
Oh in a blood red sunrise.
Take me to jesus, with judas my guide.

Ride on your bleeding heart.
Ride on you play no part.
Ride on you feel no pity.
Ride on you feel no pain.
Ride into history.


02. Tattooed Millionaire

Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess your in
Front page news you can share your views
With a population that wants to be like you
Out on the strip. Out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the PR smiles

You and all your entourage. To me your all the same
You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child
EX mud queen of Miami
In his stretch cadillac, he keeps her in the back
With his CD player and his bottle of Jack
LA dude. LA Attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat
Body gaurds, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards
Using each other. Running for cover


03. Born In '58

Born in a mining town in '58
When black and white TV was up to date
And men where still around
Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died
That I could be alive and see the damage
that we've managed since
In this septred isle. Is nothing sacred
Just a one square mile

Justice and Liberty. You can buy what you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass. We bury our past

On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, we hardly spoke

My grandfather taught me how to fight
Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right
But all around I see his morals buried in a mess
Of money troubles, Born in a mining town in '58
When black and white TV was up to date
And men where still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died

Justice and Liberty. You can buy what you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass. We bury our past

On and On. We slept till dawn
When we awoke, it was, all the same


04. Hell On Wheels

Devil's driving down the track
Hell on wheels and it won't turn back
Engine racing down a one way street
Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat
Into the blackness. Into the night
Out of the tunnel. Into the light
Red for danger. That's just for show
Climb aboard. Come as you go

Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helens wheels and the brake's won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Hell on wheels and the brake's won't hold

Too smart to come she just arrived
Only gave her one but she's using five
Minutes of time in the usual place
If I was strapped in you could sit on my place (face)
The door's were locked. The windows sealed
Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal
Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge
Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove

Something's driving me. I don't know where
Something down in my cellar somewhere
Noone waiting for me down the line
Noone waiting for me this time

Knuckle Down, Stick Shift, Take it slow
Easy come means easy go
Lay off the gas, make it last
Cuz under my hood she's blowin' fast
Into the blackness. Into the night
Out of the tunnel. Into the light
Red for danger thats just for show
Climb aboard. Come as you go


05. Gypsy Road

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze
Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privelage
Talk about your freedom. I'll take you where I think it is

Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams
Oh oh oh, Gypsy road

Living by my own rules. A rebel yell and a rebel creed
Keep your life simple. Try not to take what you don't need
Think about your freedom. Dream a little every day
Suddenly you'll find yourself there
Follow me. Walk this way

Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams
Oh oh oh, Gypsy road

I'll find my dreams. You find yours too


06. Dive! Dive! Dive!

Put and opening shot. Across your bows
Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now
Let'em flap. Let'em rip
This man of war gonna sink your ship
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release when your deep down inside

Davey Jones gonna keep your bones
No monkey buisness. Now your on your own
Turn your stern and cover me
We're rolling swell. Just an old sea dog like me
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight.
There's no release till your deep down inside

Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

Seamen Staines is down below
Torpedoes loaded. He's ready to go
Wait to discharge. Waiting to release
I see where the bones came up from below
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release till your deep down inside


07. All The Young Dudes

Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive. Don't wanna stay alive when your 25
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks And Sparks
And Freddie's got spots from ripping of the stars
From his face. Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks
I need TV when I got T-Rex?
Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude now

All the young dudes. Carry the news
Bugaloo dudes. Carry the news

Well Billy's looking sweat cuz he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love. Ahh yes. We can love
And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
He never got it off with that revolution stuff
What a drag. Too many snags
Well I drunk alot of wine and I'm feeling fine
I'm gonna raise some kind of bet
Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head
Brother, I'm a dude now


08. Lickin' The Gun

Lickin' the gun lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the fun finger lickin' fun

Senator husband going for broke
I've gotta prove I'm not a joke
We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different. It's a crime
Kid's today don't understand. Kid's today need a guiding hand
Put a sticker if it rymes with truck
When the law should slide, guess I'll duck

Watch religion come and go. Watch corruption on their shows
Buy your silence, Money for blood
Out of the ark and into the flood
Crasy men with russian guns. My words never killed anyone
Kissing Baby's. Lickin' the gun
Ain't political. Just having fun

Eat it up lay down and die. They'll shoot you up
And they don't know why
Their doing a job and they enjoy it too
Their protecting us from me and you
We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different. It's a crime
I don't care to wait and see
If I'm cool enough to make history


09. Zulu Lulu

She fixed me in the corner with that beutiful brown eye
She said I'd like to meet you I was so suprised
Well, what can I do for you. What can you do for me
We made for the exit had to wait and see
I hope I'm not wasting your precious time
I no your not wasting mine
We came together over coffee with milk
She never stopped till every drop was spilled

She was a zulu lulu
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
It was nice
Just a zulu lulu
I had to move on when I came back she'd gone

She dropped to her knees. I guess she had religion
She lived with her mother. Had been a good girl twice
When I asked her to comment on her present position
She said she'd like to take a late preachers advise
I ain't looking for sympothy
But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice
She said I don't like to preach to the converted
I said you could be a good girl more than twice
Like this

I ain't looking for sympothy
But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice
She looked me up and down and said Assiagod for me
I began to see god. She said, wait and see babe
Wait. Wait. Im coming


10. No Lies

No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh
No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh
No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh

Waiting on a corner on a red light street
Were the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang around here Babe your leaving soon
On the run from the country from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wonder where the guidebook doesn't go
Watching the windows. Part of the side show

Where the money mens wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners go for his needs
Where the vicor goes for his sins
Where the stick up artists get stuck in
Look around here it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding side sattle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely. Part of the scene