Metro

I'm alone
Sitting with my empty glass
My four walls
Follow me through my pas
I was on the Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were there
Swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on the Metro

album: Pleasure Victim (1982)

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says hes got a bad cough he wants to get paid off (paid off)
God knows when but you're doin it again
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
So look out, kid

Look out, kid because it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, look out

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
The phones tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the D.A.
Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose and a eye on the plain clothes
Cause you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Look out, kid

Look out kid because it's somethin' that you did
Look out kid because they keep all hid look out

Looks to me like you did
A little to much hittin kid
You should've took it to the bridge
Before you started to skid
Look out kid
The good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan
Chillin' 'em, thrillin' 'em, and red hot killin' 'em
Killin' 'em
Say killin' 'em
kill' 'em

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything's gonna sell
Try hard, get barred, try back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail
Users, cheaters and the six time losers
Hand around the theatres
Girl by the whirlpool lookin for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin meters
Look out, kid

Look out kid because it's somethin' that you did
Look out kid because they keep all hid look out
Additionnal Infos

Album: Bringing It All Back Home (1965) 

Trouble

Trouble, oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face and it's too much
Too much for me
Trouble, oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine
You have made your work mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair
I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I have to go there

Trouble, oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
And it's too much for me today
Trouble, oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery

I've seen your eyes and I can see deaths disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me
I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking too see

Trouble, oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery
Trouble, oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time

Album: Mona Bone Jakon (1970)

I Just Want Some Skank

Empty frame on the wall
Cat and mouse when you don't call
All I do is think of her
T.V. screens pictures blurred

So take it away!
Take it away!

Every night the scene is set
I've got to drink to forget
I cannot incure this debt
Where's the gun?
Here's my head!

Let's go to the hongkong
Breaking glass at madame wongs
Let's go buy a pint of booze
Getting drunk getting loose

I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!

Passing flyers at the troub
Seven nights seven ludes
What's the deal with this band?
Let's go roll some fields, man

I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!
I just want some skank!

Every night would be so great
I'd take you home to meet mom and dad
And they'll be so glad
They won't think their boys a fag
Then they'll go upstairs and go to bed

Album: Group Sex (1980)

Beverly Hills

Beverly Hills, Century City
Everything's so nice and pretty
All the people look the same
Don't they know they're so damn lame?

There she goes in a three piece suit
Spandex pants, cowboy boots
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Maybe I'll have to even move from...

Beverly Hills, Century City
Everything's so nice and pretty
All the people look the same
Don't they know they're so damn lame?

Three piece suit, spandex pants
Cowboy boots, Fiorucci too
Beverly Hills, Century City!

Album: Group Sex (1980)

World Full Of Nothing

Master And Servant

Nothin' But A G Thang

Tiny Dancer

Your Song

Cosmic Slop

Cholly (Funk Getting Ready To Roll)

What Is Soul?

Red Hot Mama

Search And Destroy

Get Up Offa That Thing

Fire

Well alright
Now dig this

You don't care for me
I don't care about that
Lock down on a fool
I like it like that
I have only one burnin' desire
Come on let me get all over your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Fire, fire, fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Fire, smoking fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Please start a fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah

Ah, huh
Now listen to this baby
Stop acting so crazy

Say your mom ain't home
It ain't my concern
Girl don't play with me
And you won't get burned
I have only one burnin' desire
Girl let me do it in your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Fire, smoking fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh do your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Please start a fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah

Aw, move over Rover
And let Mr Huckleberry take over
You know he's bad
You know he jams
You know he gives it to you
Yeah !

That's right
Now dig this

You try to give me your money
You better save it babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burnin' desire
Girl, let me get all over your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Fire, smoking fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Please start a fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh do your fire
Let me stand next to your fire

You better slide your ass over girl
Cause I'm coming to you once
And I'm coming to you once real

Wow

Ramble On

You're Gonna Get Yours

They're Red Hot

Superstition

Rapper's Delight

London Calling

Guns Of Brixton

Boys Don't Cry

Forming

Sammy Hagar Weekend