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Racer X Album



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Phallic Tracktor

[No lyrics]

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[Paul Gilbert]

We're coming to stay
Can't send us back 'cause we're from the stars
We'll show you the way
Life is forever, and life is hours

The sound gives you vision
My voice lets you hear
Ten thousand watts screamin' clear

Let the music move your soul
Burn the fire of rock and roll

We're calling your name
You can't answer back 'cause you're in a dream
Your body's the same
But nothing around you is what it seems
(it's not what it seems)

Things as they are
Change to how they could be
Transforming the world that you see

Let the music take control
Burn the fire of rock and roll
Let the music move your soul
Burn the fire of rock and roll

We're coming to stay
Can't send us back 'cause we're finally free
Our hearts are the same
We only have time for the ones who dream
(and all of us dream)

The sound gives you vision
My voice lets you hear
Ten thousand watts screamin' clear

Let the music move your soul
Burn the fire of rock and roll
Let the music take control
Burn the fire of rock
Feel the music move your soul
Burn the fire of rock and roll

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[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]

Comes way after midnight
Slinks around the alleys of your mind
Wakes you and you're breathless
Cannot figure out waht's deep inside you

A strike will come you'll least expect
Aaaw no, there's a snakebite coming
From inside your mind

Wide eyed, left in wonder
In the dark the poison feeds your mind
Praying for an angel
A spirit in your heart you've left enshrined

There's no rescue there's no escape
Awww no, there's a snakebite coming
From inside your mind

How much longer can you stand this
Anxiety, the guilt, the fear, the doubt
A coiling hiss of madness
At its will a tongue that lashes out

Your heart will pound out deep regrets
Awww no, there's a snakebite coming
From inside your mind
There's a snakebite coming from inside
There's a snakebite coming from inside
There's a snakebite coming from inside
Your mind

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Technical Difficulties

[No lyrics]

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[Jeff Martin, Bruce Bouillet]

You gave yourself so easily
Well that's OK with me
I'm tired of your running around
Please leave me be
Why don't you get out of my life
Go away
I've had it with you makin' the rounds
You got nothing to say

But you keep on comin' around
And manage to cut me inside
You're charged 3rd degree sensual homicide

Miss Mistrester
My little miss
Miss Mistreater
I can't resist

So hard to see what's going on
My blindfold was in place
In the pack and fallin' back
You keep pickin' up the pace

You've got a spell on me
Can't fight it, can't beat it alone
I wait so patiently and pray
For your voice on the phone

Miss Mistreater
I got the itch
Miss Mistreater
I can't resist

You've got a spell on me
Can't fight it, can't beat it alone
I wait so patiently to hear
Your sweet voice on the phone

Miss Mistreater
My little miss
Miss Mistreater
You're such a bitch
Miss Mistreater
I got the itch
Miss Mistreater
I can't resist
I can't resist my little miss

. . .


[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert]

Got the gear, got the gas, got compression
She's the one gonna lesson my load
I'll make her shine in a cold pure perfection
Feel the gleam as I'm startin' to roll

Pouring on the speedway heat
She is my concrete connection

I fly wiht a
I ride with a
I glide with a bolt in my heart
I'm alive gonna
Power dive hit my
Overdrive with this bolt in my heart

Ain't no losin'
Got my movin' and
My groovin' all the way now

I ain't lookin' for divine intervention
Turn the key, hit the gas, and I go
My direction is cast to the concrete
I ain't going where the Down Boys go
Moving to the asphalt beat
I am a moter mutation

Run away, run
Run to stay
Gonna make my way with this bolt in my heart
Parallel fire, I'm
Speed for hire, been a
Road vampire
Pablo give me some guitar

Accelerate, accumulate
No time to give to vindicate
Lubricate 'n' desecrate
I'll make the air disintegrate
Aggravate and decimate
A navigatin' heavy weight
Pounding down hard cross the ground

I fly wiht a
I ride with a
I glide with a bolt in my heart
I lean with my
Bad machine
My morphine is this bolt in my heart
Gonna fly
Gonna get real high
Least I'll try with a bolt in my heart
Runaway, run
Run to stay
Gonna make my way with this bolt in my heart

Ain't no losin' got my movin' and my
Groovin all day now
Can't deny it gets me high
When I'm speedin' and I'm
Peelin' down the asphalt way now
With this bolt in my heart

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[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]

Spinning around its master
Its master is setting it free
Hurling into the void now
Between the earth and he

Sea of sulfurid acid
Sky of ammonia and lead
A monteraneous world
Soon to be covered in red
Breath of carbon dioxide
A satellite of the dead

You've just realized
Don't be surprised
A day will come soon of 17th Moon
The 17th Moon comin' soon

Whirling and twirling and spitting out fire
Belching out tons of stream
It was once a small point in the sky
Getting closer or so it seems

Jupiter didn't want it
Venus moved out of its way
A barreling ball of gases
Its evil is coming this day
Crushing down all around us
Now you got the piper to pay

You've just realized
Don't be surprised
A day will come soon of 17th Moon
The 17th Moon comin' soon

Streams of rusty poison
Stripping of its back
Heard for the god of war
Yes, Mars is under attack

Hundreds of millions of whispers
Floating upon the air
Beggars of God's forgiveness
All so unprepared
Churches full of people
Souls so unrepaired
Don't be surprised
You've just realize
A day will come soon of the 17th Moon

Rivers flowing of arsenic
Lakes of Mercury
Come to end your existence
Coming to set you free
A monsteranous world
Comes for you and me

You've just realized
Don't be surprised
A day will come soon of 17th Moon
The 17th Moon comin' soon

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[Jeff Martin]

You rock my world out of its place
You took my soul out of its space
There's no denying, sad but true
I just can't get over you
I sit alone right by the phone
Waiting
For your love
Waiting

So hard to find, you're so unkind
I feel you near time after time
At the sunrise I'm still awake
I see my hopes a sad and fake
I bid this rhyme just killin' time
And waiting
In the dark
Waiting

From nine to nine your on my mind
Can't seem to shake this time
You and your desappearing game
What I'm left is quite insane
In the park or in the dark
Anytime your on my mind as I'm
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting

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[Paul Gilbert, Jeff Martin, Bruce Bouillet]

Kicked in the teeth
I fell down on the floor
Smooth talkin' won't save me now that's for sure
I can't deny the truth
Well I might have tried, but she's got the proof

I thought that I was smooth
She's on to all my moves

You can't desguise poison eyes
She wants my life, I can't hide from
Poison eyes (your eyes)

357 in nylons and rouge
Hunting me down she said she's been used
There's nothing left to say
If she catches up she'll blow me away

She pulled the hammer down
Wants me face on the ground

You can't desguise poison eyes
She wants my life, I can't hide from
Poison eyes

She crashed through the door
She said, "I won't be your fool no more"
Smiles, and pulls the hammer back
Get even or bust, she's on the attack
(shoot me)

You can't desguise poison eyes
She wants my life, I can't hide,
I can't hide, I can't hide from your eyes
You can't desguise poison eyes
It's time to die for my lies
(from your)
Poison, Poison, Poison eyes

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B.R.O.

[No lyrics]

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[Jeff Martin, Russ Parrish]

Pray to the rain
Pray to the god of thunder
We are as one
Through the blood of our brothers
On through the ages
We have lived here free
Spirits from the past remind me
We get our strength from the light up above
God of the sun

We face the east
The smoke is offered upward
(we pray Heammawihio)
To fight this scourge
Who rape this land our mother
The white eyes came across the sea
Bringing pain and misery
Oh five us hope great spirit up above
God of the sun

Great father I pray
With the strength of your light
Help us find a way
We wish only to breath
The dust of our fathers
And to hunt where their spirits lives
Now they bury our pride
And caputure our souls
Leaving us barren
With no place left to go
And with pain in our hearts
And tears in our eyes
We look up and we pray
To the God of the sun

On throught the ages we have lived here free
Spirits from the past remind me
We get our strength from the light up above
God of the sun, God of the sun
They've captured our pride
They've cut us inside
The winds of war are blowing strong
Our trail of tears gets long
God of the sun

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[Bruce Bouillet, Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert]

I know it's true
Know what you wanna do
I can see
See what you want from me

'Cause your eyes show it
Yeah, Your eyes show it
Your eyes show it to me
(what you need)

Your body talks
Its shoutin' when you walk
That's the language I read
It screams I got the need

You know I know it
I know you know it
I know just want you need
All shaken up in love
Give it to me, gotta give it to me
I'm hooked, I got the buzz
Give it to me
Can't ya see what you're doin' to me

'Cause your eyes show it
Yeah, your eyes show it
Your eyes show it to me

All shaken up in love
Give it to me, gotta give it to me
I'm hooked, I got the buzz
Give it to me
Can't ya see what you're doin' to me

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[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]

Reads a note lying on his desk
But the words already smear the morning press
Tell him that he's got a job to do
A lethal dose that he'll be giving you
Should have run when you heard the screams
Now it's all one big bad dream
Hang your heard sadly, dose his job gladly
Sing out, here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya
The executioner's song

Gotta judgment seat awaitin' here
Life is flashin' cold and crystal clear
Metal halo custom made for you
A bolt a power to your maker
You'll be pushed on through

A sweet and sickly distant melody
There ain't a whole lot of time to be

Going down badly, slowly and medly
Sing out, here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya
The executioner's song
Cry out, your maker gonna meet ya
He'll be there to seat ya
The executioner's song rolls on

A sweet and sickly distant melody
There ain't a whole lot of time to be
Dead man walk sadly
Boldly and madly

Your time has come
Your shadow runs into another
Dark silhouetted
Feels no regret, yeah

Sing out here comes the preacher
And a tune to greet ya
The executioner's song
Cry out your make gonna greet ya
He'll be their to seat ya
The executioner's song rolls on

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Revolution in their minds - the children start to march
Against the world in which they have to live
and all the hate that's in their hearts
They're tired of being pushed around
and told just what to do
They'll fight the world until they've won
and love comes flowing through

Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today
Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?
Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?

So you children of the world,
listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
you must be brave
Or you children of today are
Children of the Grave, Yeah!

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