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Rocket From The Crypt Album



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Are you stuck in the middle? (Way-oh-ay-oh) Say (4x)

Are you broke? (Yeah)
Are you down? (Yeah)
Are you broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah)
Broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah)

Stuck in the middle? (Way-oh-ay-oh) Say
Are you stuck in the middle? (Way-oh-ay-oh) Say (3x)

Are you broke? (Yeah)
Are you down? (Yeah)
Are you broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah)
Broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah) Say

Stuck in the middle? (Way-oh-ay-oh) Say
Are you stuck in the middle? (Way-oh-ay-oh) Say (3x)

Are you broke? (Yeah)
Are you down? (Yeah)
Are you broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah)
Broke? (Yeah) And down? (Yeah) Say!

. . .


Woah!

Babytalk, the birdman (or phoneman)
I'm ringin' in my head
And baby's lips keep a-moving
And it likes to wet the bed.

Your inspiration is a memory
That you know you never had
Your despiration lies before me
(And you only kick half-ass)

(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright

Everybody's talking like a monkey
Always looking behind
Waste of life, pushing backwards so
I was born in '69

Don't catch me later (catch me later)
I'm out of here keeping my gun
Your desperation is a menu
(And man your brain is fried)

(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo) Alright

I hear things, it's so easy
Doin' it fair and fair
I heard windows are breaking
Inside a chest

They're the ones (2x)
Again and again
Your desperation don't become you
(Speedo can really sing!)

(Woo, yeah) I want it
(Woo, yeah) I need it
(Woo, yeah) I steal it
(Woo, yeah) I need it

(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing to say to me
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing that I can't say
(Woo, yeah) You've got nothing that I need (I feel it)
You'll be sorry

. . .


Saw right through me,
Staying started to unglue me
And I knew that I couldn't win
I Wanna steal your love, stop holdin' the dove
Just to pull my good luck in

Chorus:
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope
On a rope, on a rope, got me hanging on a rope

Same old story, yeah it's getting kind of gory
Throw my all time low away
Spit turns into a treasure, taste the blind side of life
Choke words that I can't say
No gun, no bomb, no way I'll run
Too bad, I'm not in shape
Too little, too late, that deal's so chaste
Do burning hands seem to care?

Chorus

All right, I'm ready--the wild sound's gonna take me away
That beat's so steady
Make me fall to my knees, just start crying
No, no, no no no no no no no please no

. . .


Working, another victim in the pot
Too many holes in your story, Jean's alright

The runaround runs around and goes to the top
Hot-wired hands, then make them pop
Count down a riot is another no show
Feed our heads and watch them blow

(Hey) We're alright
We're just lazy and out of sight
The young livers rule tonight

My hands were just untied
And so I'm using my fist to buy me time

The run-around runs around and goes to the past
Maude, let the young livers pass
We're so strong and we're so feared
They're gonna look back and never knew what hit

(Hey) We're alright
We're just lazy and out of sight
The young livers rule tonight

(Ahh, ahh, ahh) (2x)

The run-around runs around and goes to the top
Hot-wired hands, then make them pop
Count down a riot is another no show
Feed my head and watch it blow

(Hey) We're alright
We're just lazy and out of sight
The young livers rule tonight

(Hey, hey, hey) We're alright
We're just lazy, and out of sight

. . .


Yeah!

I was picked the last round
Fallen rotten to the ground, comin' through

I rejected what I knew
Cause I just don't believe or trust you

Oh, I will meet you half the distance,
Greet you when I'm comin' to.

I've got a plague on my head,
From the night when I went by you ??

Alright!

I talk a real mean line,
You never know that it was a crime
I live to smell your lies,
That make me stop breathin'

Yeah, Yeah, hang my failure (x3)
Yeah, Yeah, you know me by name...

Drop Out!

I think about what I did wrong,
Cause I don't belong here with you

I fell pray to the game,
Where your passin' all your blame on you know who

It will greet you half the distance,
Meet you and you will pull through ??

I've got a one track mind,
Of the derailed kind
And burnin, too!

Yeah!

I talk a real mean line,
You never know that it was a crime
I live to smell your lies,
Make me stop breathin'

Yeah, Yeah, hang my failure (x7)
Yeah, Yeah, you told me about ??

Drop Out!

. . .


You used to be a lot like your mom
You used to be a lot like your dad
You used to be a lot like a son of a bitch
And that's the way it goes

You used to cry a lot like a baby
Cry a lot when you're mad
You used to be the one that's a very soft soul
And that's the way it goes (right here)

And that's the way it goes
You put a bullet through your nose
(Ahh, ahh, ahh) It seems like summer
(Ahh) The sun is hot
(Ahh) The moon is full
(Ahh) Your week is shot
(Ahh) Your weekend's blown

You could be the one
To run the line [3x]
To run (ahh, ahh, ahh)

You used to cry a lot like a baby
Cryin' when you're mad
You used to be the one that's a very soft soul
And that's the way it goes

It happens all the time
Readjusting all the time
My hat holds a very soft soul
(Ahh, ahh, ahh) And that's the way it goes (alright!)

And that's the way it goes
You put a bullet through your nose
(Ahh, ahh, ahh) It seems like summer
(Ahh) The sun is hot
(Ahh) The moon is full
(Ahh) Your week is shot
(Ahh) Your weekend's blown You could be the one to run, but...

(Ahh) The sun is hot
(Ahh) The moon is full
(Ahh) Your week is shot
(Ahh) Your weekend's blown

You could be the one
To run the line (to run the line) [4x]
To run the line (ahh)

. . .


Oh, here comes Lorna
And I know he's thinking
He don't care what I say

He's got arms and
He's got fingers
He can't hold a dead pig

It's all fine while you're cryin'
You want some cheese with your whine (2x)
Hey, yeah (doo, doo...) Way, yeah (doo, doo...) (2x)

(He's not the one) He's ball lightning (3x)

(Shut down, sucker says) He don't get that far
(Shut down, sucker says) Nothing helps at all
(Shut down, sucker say) Answer his call
Maybe one day make him sorry.

It's all fine while you're cryin'
You want some cheese with your whine? (2x)
Hey, yeah (doo, doo...) Way, yeah (doo, doo...) (2x)

(Oh! Yeah!)

(He's not the one) He's ball lightning (5x)

Shut down, sucker says
Sucker's gotta pay me

It's all fine while you're cryin'
Want some cheese with your whine? (4x)
Hey, yeah (doo, doo...) Way, yeah (doo, doo...) (4x)

. . .


Just can't seem to get by,
The world might seem a mile high,
No ball and chain for my abuse.
I bash my head if they lose.

Learn blow by blow,
What does fat lip know?
Asking him in our world,
Fat lip learns slow.

Slash my face and cut my hands.
Untie my boots to make it fair.
Just break a mortal man, keep him on one.
All right!

Learn blow by blow,
What does fat lip know?
Asking him in our world,
Fat lip learns slow.

Yeah, all right, babe. Yeah (x3).

I can't believe it's not butter, but it's sour.

Learn blow by blow,
What does fat lip know?
Asking him in our world,
Fat lip learns slow.

. . .


Check out the scene here,
You gotta look twice.
Nobody's listening,
Run sister, run.

And do you know what I know? (Suit, suit city)
And do you know the reason? (Suit, suit city)
And educate what I said.
Run, darlin' run.

And it happens all the time,
You just leave your kids behind.
Suit city (x3), suit (x3).

Sharks in the fast lane,
Big fuckin' deal.
The lot sees you coming
Climbing (crying) like hell

And do you know what I know? (Suit, suit city)
And do you know the reason? (Suit, suit city)
And educate what I said.
Run, gotta sister run.

And it happens all the time,
You just leave your kids behind.
Suit city (x3), suit (x3).

All right! (x2) Yeah!

I can fill your shoes with shit!

Suit city (x3), suit (x3).
Suit city (x3), suit (x3).
Suit city (x3), suit (x3).

. . .


You're talking to a witness
Of broken fingers
Oh you never give up
Bet you get the shit kicked
Ah from the winners
It's just half the fun

Don't heat the hands that hold your love
Before they hate you
Don't heat the hands that hold your stuff
Dropped out, knocked out, that's the way I like it

Tough is the backside of my hand...yeah

Make it to the witness
Who will be famous
Ah they always give up
Bet they get the shit kicked
They must be winners

Clocked out, knocked out, that's the way I like it

Tough is the backside of my hand...yeah

You wanted a miracle
It laughed in your face
You call it cheap entertainment
It spits in your face
You wanted a miracle
It spits in your face
You call it cheap entertainment

Tough is the backside of my hand...yeah

. . .


Ah, something's wrong with Gertrude.
Ah, she don't like the attitude.
On the nose she can't understand,
if you touch it, she will burn your hand.

Ah, something's gotten into her.
Ah, now she doesn't want my help.
Ah, she thinks I only love myself.
You know I can't understand,
Nobody's gonna hold my hand.

Ah, something's gotten into her.

(Her) Lipstick stains and peppermint sticks,
Your bad taste can't do the trick.
She wears the cop's face down.
Miss that beat. All right! Yeah! Ah (x6).

Ah, I need a second to relax.
Ah, a flag to fly and win you fast.
And if you try to force her to be King,
She ain't never gonna be your Queen.

Ah, something's gotten into her.

(Her) Lipstick stains and peppermint sticks,
Your bad taste can't do the trick.
She wears the cop's face down.
Miss that beat. All right! Yeah! Ah (x6).

You don't miss that beat (x3). You don't miss that.

. . .


Well, come see, come saw, come cruelty.
When it's hungry, it's gonna fight. (gonna fight) (or gonna bite)
And it chalks one up so hasty.
If you do, it just might. (just might)
Well come see, come saw, come here boy,
You're someone that we like.
So drop the bark of abusing,
Cause if you do, you're dead now. (dead now or good night)

We don't share ??
?? to please.
We don't take another step.
?? abusing ?? drink I take ??
We don't want to play ??
??
Now, they're useless.
Come see, come saw, come dead ahead.

Hold our hands like yous do
No matter, feels good, it ain't right. (ain't right)
And when your sweat drips, what we groove to
And abuse you, alright (alright)
Come see, come saw, come here boy,
You're something that we like.
So get back to the basics,
Cause you know we just might.

We don't share ??
?? to please.
We don't take another step.
?? abusing ?? drink I take ??
We don't want to play ??
?? Now, they're useless.
Come see, come saw, come dead ahead.
Although it's useless.
Come see, chop our heads.
Now, they're useless.
Come see, come saw, come dead ahead.
Although it's useless.
Come see, come saw, come...

We don't share ??
?? to please.
We don't take another step.
?? abusing ?? drink I take ??
We don't want to play ??
Now, they're useless.
Come see, come saw, come dead ahead.
Although it's useless.
Come see, chop our heads.
Although it's toothless.
Come see, come saw, come dead ahead.
Now, they're useless.
Come see, come saw, come...

. . .


We are the wanted from yesterday's wreckage.
We buy what's wasted and sell it back.
Dry heaves are boring, I'm sour, let's watch it.
Gutless and tasteless, cut it some slack.

There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3).
Salt future's rising from Salt Lake.

Lickin' the salt flat, another bad season.
Tripping and soaking, we dry the crop.
Here's to the progress of speedy revival.
Ten for the harvest, Ten for the slack.

There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3).
Salt future's rising (x4) Wet ground floats down in Salt Lake.

When the blame is yourself,
save the savers for the hill.
Hate the haters, I forget.
Make the makers, nothing left.
Face the fakers, so obscene.
Slave the slavers for the shade.
Next time add salt to your fate.

There'll be time, yeah, there'll be time (x3).
Salt future's rising (x4) Wet ground floats down in Salt Lake.

. . .


Where were you back in 1953?
Too young to remember, but old enough to say
That war lied.
Did you hold a hair on the back of your neck.
Put a song in your head and memorize a bit.
Said "War slide".
Savor every tear, and you favor every tear.

Ride on, be ready (x3), I ride you. (x3)
Burnt alive, so burnt alive.

Do you remember 1968?
Too dumb to worry but old enough to hate
It and hide.
A death to remember, photos came out grey.
Finger printed bruises or finger painted face.
When and why
Did you drop the bomb on the back of her head?

Ride on, be ready (x3), I ride you. (x3)
Burnt alive, so burnt alive.

Still, there's reason to apologise
for my thoughts,
and who made me feel sorry too?
You made me admit.
Still, there's reason to apologise
It's all my fault.
and who made me feel sorry too?
You made me admit.

Ride on, be ready (x3), I ride you. (x3)
Burnt alive, so burnt alive.

Burnt alive (x3). You're burnt alive.

. . .


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