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The Spaghetti Incident
  • Since I Don'T Have You 
  • New Rose 
  • Down On The Farm 
  • Human Being 
  • Raw Power 
  • Ain't It Fun 
  • Buick Makane 
  • Hair Of The Dog 
  • Attitude 
  • Black Leather 
  • You Can't Put You Arms Arround a Memory
  • I Don't Care About You 
  • Look At Your Game, Girl 

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    Since I Don't Have You

    Since I Don't Have You
    I don't have plans and schemes
    And I don't have hopes and dreams
    I, I, I don't have anything
    Since I don't have you

    And I don't have fond desires
    And I don't have happy hours
    I don't have anything
    Since I don't have you

    Happiness and I guess
    I never will again
    When you walked out on me
    In walked ol' misery
    And she's been here since then

    (spoken) Yeah, we're fucked!

    I don't have love to share
    And I don't have one who cares
    I don't have anything
    Since I don't have you

    You, you, you, oh, oh!
    You, you, you, oh, oh!
    You, you, you, oh, oh!
    You, you, you, oh, oh!
    You, you, you, oh yeah!                                                                                                                Back To Menu


    New rose
     

    (spoken)
    Is she really going out with him?

    Hey!

    I got a feeling inside of me
    It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
    I don't know why, don't know why
    These kind of things gotta be

    CHORUS:

    I got a new rose, I got it good
    Yes, I knew that I always would
    I can't stop to mess around
    I got a brand new rose in town

    See the sun, see the sunny skies
    Don't get too close it'll burn your eyes
    Don't you run away that way
    Come back another day

    CHORUS

    I never thought this could happen to me
    I'm a strange washing machine
    I never served somebody this sane
    I haven't met her, maybe too late

    Hey!

    I got a feeling inside of me
    It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
    I don't know why, I don't know why
    I guess these things've gotta be

    CHORUS                                                                                                                                              Back To Menu


    Down on the farm

    All I need is some inspiration
    Before I do somebody some harm
    I feel just like a vegetable
    Down here on the farm

    Nobody comes to see me
    Nobody here to turn me on
    I ain't even got a lover
    Down here on the farm

    They told me to get healthy
    They told me to get some sun
    But boredom eats me like cancer
    Down here on the farm

    Drinkin' lemonade shanty
    Ain't nobody here to do me harm
    But I'm like a fish out of water
    Down here on the farm

    I wrote a thousand letters
    Till my fingers all gone numb
    But I never see no postman
    Down here on the farm

    I call my baby on the telephone
    I say come down and have some fun
    But she knows what the score is
    Down here on the farm

    I can't fall in love with a wheatfield
    I can't fall in love with a barn
    When everything smells like horse shit
    Down here on the farm

    Blue skies and swimming pools
    Add so much charm
    But I'd rather be back in Soho
    Than down here on the farm

    On the fucking farm!

    Are you born in a fucking barn or what?

    Baaaaaah!

    HOLD STILL                                                                                                                                     Back To Menu


    Human Being

    Ready
    Holervabeese [backwards talk?]
    1, 2, 3, 4
    1, 2, 3, 4 [kazoo madness]
    Oh yeeeahh
    Oh yeeeeeeahh

    Well if you don't like it
    Go ahead find yourself a saint
    Go ahead now try to find a boy
    Who's gonna be what I ain't

    What you need is a plastic doll
    With a fresh coat of paint
    Who's gonna sit through all the madness
    And always act so quaint
    I said - a, oh yeah, well - a

    It's your new friend
    You're really
    Making a scene, and I've seen you
    Bouncing around, from machine to machine
    But you know that

    They're never really
    Never really what they seem
    And you can count on
    Generate some warmth, then you'll
    See just what I mean
    Oh baby, baby, baby yeah

    CHORUS:

    And if I'm acting like a king
    Don't ya know it's cos uh I'm a human being
    And if I want too many things
    Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
    And if I've got to dream
    Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
    And when it gets a bit obscene
    Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
    I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
    Just like a human... oh no a human being
    I can hold my head so high
    Just like a human
    A real proud human being

    Won't you give me a little sip
    Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
    Why don't you try to give me something
    That I'll never ever forget, but now
    Could you blow it all
    On a million dollar bet
    Because you're liable to lose it
    On a best lovin' you've had yet
    Oh baby baby, oh yeah

    CHORUS

    It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
    You're tryin' to cover up a big disgrace
    Oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Come on, come on, come on, come on

    Well I may think that
    This whole scene is just a too appalling for me
    Well, I may be the type who's just mad about
    Funny little thing that I see, but I can
    Colour that with history, and make it
    Just what I want it to be, well I'm
    Blowin' my change on the fan magazines
    With all the Hollywood refugees
    Oh baby baby oh yeah

    CHORUS                                                                                                                                                Back To Menu


    Raw Power

    Dance to the beat of the living dead
    You'll see baby, stay away from there
    Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

    If you're alone and you got the feel
    So am I baby let's roll on out ta' here
    Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

    Raw power's got a magic touch
    Raw power is much too much
    Happiness is a guaranteed
    It was made for you and me.

    Raw power, honey, just won't quit
    Raw power, I can feel it
    Raw power, hear it, can't be spared
    Popin' eyes and a fashion feed
    Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
    I was tryin', I was tryin' a tell ya what to do

    (spoken)
    And you know that ain't right

    I look in the eyes of the seventh girl
    Fall deep in love in the underworld
    Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

    If you're alone and you got the shakes
    So am I baby and I got what it takes
    Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you

    Raw power's got a healing hand
    Raw power can destroy a man
    Raw power is so more than soul
    Got a son called rock and roll.

    Raw power, honey, just won't quit
    Raw power, I can feel it
    Raw power honey, give me a spin
    Get up baby and kiss my feet

    Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
    Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
    Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what to do
    Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
    Raw power it's got no place to go
    Raw power honey, you don't wanna know
    Raw power is a guaranteed O.D.
    Raw power is a laughin' at you and me

    (spoken)
    I wanna know

    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Raw power
    Raw power
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?                                                                                                                                        Back To Menu



     

    Ain't it fun

    Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
    Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you become
    Ain't it fun when you get so high
    Well... that you, you just can't come
    Ain't it fun when you know that you gonna die young

    It's such fun
    Good fun
    Such fun
    Such fun
    Aah such fun
    Such fun
    Such fun aah
    Yeah fun,
    Just fun
    Such...

    Ain't it fun when you taking care of number one
    Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
    Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge
    Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
    It's such fun, ah

    Well, so good to me, they spit right in my face
    I didn't even feel it
    It was such a disgrace

    I punched my fist right through the glass
    I didn't even feel it
    It happened so fast

    Such fun
    Such fun
    Such fun
    Ah such fun
    Such fun
    Such fun
    Ah such fun

    Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
    Ain't it fun when you she splits you and leaves you on the bum
    Well, ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
    Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young

    It's such fun
    Such fun (x 13)                                                                                                                                            Back To Menu



     

    Buick Mackane

    Buick
    Buick
    Buick Mackane will ya
    Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
    Oh, be my girl

    Rainy lady
    Queen of the rock will ya
    Queen of the rock will ya
    Help me roll
    Help me roll

    (spoken)
    See my soul

    Sire, sire
    You're just a sexual goddess
    You're just a sexual goddess
    Be my plane
    Oh, in the rain

    Buick
    Buick
    Buick Mackane will ya
    Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
    Oh, be my girl

    I said I know what to do
    I'm gonna
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck you
    Fuck you

    I said I know what to do
    I'm gonna
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck you
    Fuck you

    I said I know what to do
    I'm gonna
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck
    Fuck you
    Fuck you                                                                                                                                                        Back To Menu



    Hair of the dog
     

    (spoken)
    Give me a little bit of volume on this

    You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker
    I've been told about you
    I've seen y'on the midnight show girl
    A-what they been sayin' must be true

    Red hot mama
    There'll be trouble
    I say time's gonna pay your dues

    CHORUS:

    Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
    Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
    Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A BITCH
    Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

    Talkin' jive and poison ivy
    You ain't gonna cling to me
    Man take a bold thinker
    I ain't so blind I can't see

    Red hot mama
    There'll be trouble
    I say time's gonna pay your dues

    CHORUS

    CHORUS (x 5)                                                                                                                                            Back To Menu


    Attitude
     

    Yeah!
    Attitude
    'tsa fuckin' attitude
    I can't believe what ya say to me
    You got some attitude

    Inside that bitter brain
    There's gotta be a whore
    If you don't shut your mouth
    You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!

    Attitude, what you got's a fuckin' attitude
    Attitude is what you got's a fuckin' attitude
    Some fuckin' attitude
    Yeah, right

    Inside that bitter brain
    There's gotta be a whore
    If you don't shut your mouth
    You're gonna feel the mother fuckin' guitar!

    Oh, attitude
    'tsa fuckin' attitude
    I can't believe what ya say to me
    You got some attitude

    Oh, attitude
    'tsa fuckin' attitude
    I can't believe what ya say to me
    You got some attitude

    Yeah!
    Yeah!
    Yeah!                                                                                                                                                        Back To Menu



     

    Black leather

    Ooh
    Ooh
    Ooh

    Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street
    And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

    Ooh
    Ooh

    Well, it's late at night, and I'm all alone
    And I can hear her boots as she's near her home
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

    CHORUS:

    Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
    Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore
    Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
    I never should asked for black leather
    Black leather
    Ooh, black leather
    Ow black leather

    And you can try to hide, but you won't get far
    You can let her in, and you'll start it again
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
    Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do

    CHORUS

    Ooh
    Ooh
    Black Leather (x 8)                                                                                                                                   Back To Menu



    You Can't Put You Arms Arround a Memory

    (spoken)
    This one's for you Johhny

    It doesn't pay to try
    All the smart boys know why
    It doesn't mean, I didn't try
    I just never know, why

    It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
    Oh, baby, you're not home
    And when I'm home
    Big deal, I'm still alone

    It's so restless, I am
    Beat my head against a pole
    Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones
    And even though it don't show
    Those guys are so old
    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Don't try
    Don't try

    You're just a basket case
    And you got no name
    Could you live with me?
    Go on and say
    And even though it don't show
    Those guys are so old

    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Can't put your arms around a memory
    Don't try
    Don't try

    (spoken)
    Johnny you're me
    Yeah, you're memory
    I wanna put my arms around your memory

    I can't try...
    I can't try
    Don't try                                                                                                                                                        Back To Menu



     

    I don't care about you
     

    Yeah!

    I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C
    I've seen empty hands that was waitin' to freeze
    Up from the power at home

    CHORUS:

    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!

    I've seen Hollywood Boulevard
    Welfare hotel
    And I spent the night in jail
    At the Wilcox Hotel

    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you

    I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
    Well he died while we just stood there lookin' at him
    Ain't he cute?

    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you

    I seen mad rollin' drunks
    I seen bodies in the streets
    I saw a man who was sleepin' in his own puke
    And a man with no legs crawlin' down
    Fifth Street tryin' just to get somethin' to eat

    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you
    Fuck you!
    I don't care about you

    Fuck you!

    (spoken)
    Uh, that hurt man
    Alright
    Perfect                                                                                                                                                         Back To Menu



    Look at your game girl
     
     

    There's a time for living
    Time keeps on flying
    Think you're loving baby
    But all your doing is crying

    CHORUS:

    Can you feel
    Are those feelings real
    Look at your game, girl
    Look at your game, girl

    What a mad delusion
    Living in that confusion
    Frustration and doubt
    Can you ever live without the game

    The sad, sad game
    Mad game
    Just to say loves' not enough
    If it can't be true
    Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you

    CHORUS

    Can you feel
    I know those feelings ain't real
    Then you better stop trying
    Or you're gonna play crying
    Stop trying
    Or you're gonna play crying
    Stop trying

    That's the game
    Sad sad game
    Mad game
    Sad game

    (spoken)
    Thanks, Chas
    Jack                                                                                                                                                         Back To Menu



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