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The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Blues Rock
Blues
R&B
Years active 1962—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
Virgin Records
Polydor
Interscope Records
London Records
Rolling Stones Records
ABKCO Records
Website Website
Members
Ronnie Wood
Mick Jagger
Keith Richards
Charlie Watts
Former members
Brian Jones
Ian Stewart
Mick Taylor
Bill Wyman
Tony Chapman
Mick Avory
Dick Taylor



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The Rolling Stones Album



11/07/1983
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Hear the screams of Center 42 
Loud enough to bust your brains out 
The opposition's tongue is cut in two 
Keep off the street 'cause you're in danger 

One hundred thousand disparus 
Lost in the jails in South America 
Cuddle up baby 
Cuddle up tight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

The sex police are out there on the streets 
Make sure the pass laws are not broken 
The race militia has got itchy fingers 
All the way from New York back to Africa 

Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Sleep with all out of sight 
Cuddle up baby 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

All the young men they've been rounded up 
And sent to camps back in the jungle 
And people whisper people double-talk 
And once proud fathers act so humble 
All the young girls they have got the blues 
They're heading on back to Center 42 

Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Keep it undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Down in the bars the girls are painted blue 
Done up in lace, done up in rubber 
The John's are jerky little G.I. Joe's 
On R&R from Cuba and Russia 
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide 
All these things I can't keep inside 

Undercover 
Keep it all out of sight 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover of the night 
Undercover of the night 

Undercover 
Undercover 
Undercover of the night

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Rolling Stones - She Was hot

New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
And she was hot - as she kissed my mouth
She was hot - as I wiped her brow
She was hot - she pinned me to the ground
She was quick - she knew her way around
She was hot - as she tore my clothes
She was hot - she had no place to go
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
Detroit was smoky grey
Nothing like the good old days
Well I got a fever that I'm fighting
I don't need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can take the rebound just like lightning
And she was hot - in a 50's dress
She was hot - her lips were flashing red
I was lost - in her burning flesh
I was hot - I was dripping sweat
She was hot - in the Detroit snow
She was hot - she had no place to go
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
And she was hot - and I had the blues
She was hot - honey, where were you?
If you were in my shoes
You would be excused
She was hot - you can never wait
She was hot - never hesitate
She was hot - on a cold and rainy night
I think I'm going off the rails
Riding down the pleasure trails
I was taking passion where you find it
Honey when you were young and fresh
And you need the touch of your flesh
Go take the treasure where you find it
And she was hot - in the melted snow
She was hot - in the molten glow
She was hot - she got it in the blood
She was hot - like the dam that bursts
She was black - she was strong and true
She was black - and her eyes were blue
She was lost - and she took a chance
At just a brief romance
Down the avenue into the lost bayou
Into the tall bamboo, back to the human zoo
I wish you all the best, I hope we meet again
On a cold Chicago night
She was hot
She was hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot
She was hot hot hot


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Rolling Stones - Tie You Up (The Pain Of Love)

You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap
Feel the prickles running
Up and down your back
Why so divine, the pain of love
You have to work at it, stay with it
Pay for it, bust your ass
Lie for it, cheat for it
Forget about your past
Why so divine, the pain of love
You dream of it passionate
You get a rise from it
Feel the hot cum
Dripping on your thighs from it
Why why so divine, the pain of love
Sometimes you crave for it, cry for it
Women will die for it
Looking back, cut the crap
Was it really worth the rap?
It's hard to survive the pain of love
Ooh I need a time out
Time to make my mind up
Substitute a line out
I'll be back next season with a bang
No release from the jail
No parole, no bail
Hard labor, fifty lashes
Hard labor, money splashes
It's hard to survive the pain of love
The old maid is roughing up
Applying final touches
Even though she's late for the dance
I tell you tonight she's really gonna have a ball
She's gonna really tie me up
She's gonna really tie me up
She's gonna really tie me up
She's gonna really tie me up
She's gonna really tie me up
She's gonna really tie me up
Why so divine the pain of love
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Why so divine the pain of love
That's what they call it: the pain of love
Tie me up, tie me up, tie me up, tie me up
Why do divine, the pain of love
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me, don't hurt me



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Rolling Stones - Wanna Hold You

I wanna hold
I wanna hold you
Hold you baby close to me
I hope you find it funny
That I got no money
But if you stick with me
You're gonna get some love for free
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
Close to me
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me, yeah
This time it's not for fun
That you're the only one
Why should I say to you?
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
But if you let me smile
But if you know I lie
But after all you gave
I'll be your lover
I'll be your slave
I wanna hold you yeah
I wanna hold you
Hold you baby close to me
I wanna hold you
I gotta gold you
Hold you baby close to me
Oh yeah oh yeah
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me
I wanna hold you
I gotta hold you
Hold you baby close to me


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Rolling Stones - Feel On Baby

Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
When I travel coast to coast
You're the hook up I miss the most
In the motel you're the ghost
Other women don't come close
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
From the first time such a crush
Such excitement, such a rush
In the kitchen, in the car
In the ditch, on the dirty floor
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Feel on baby
Wanderlust and love disease
Taken over and strangled me
Cure my body, make me whole
Feed my body, feed my soul
Feel on baby
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Feel on, feel on
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Got to feel on
Feel on baby
Baby baby baby baby
Baby baby baby baby



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I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
to make some love
want to dance, I want to sing,
I want to bust up everything
and make some love

I can feel it in the air feel it up above
feel the tension everywhere, there's too much blood
Too much blood
well alright

Everything you see on the movie screen is tame
???

A freind of mine was this japanese, he had a girlfriend in Paris.
He tried to date her, in six months and eventually she said yes.
You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her head.
Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her piece
by piece. Put her in the refrigeratior, put her head in the
freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois
de Boulogne. By chance, a taxi driver noticed him burying the
bones. You don't believe me; truth is stranger than fiction.
We drive through there every day.

I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
be number one
want to dance, I want to sing,
I want to bust up everything
and have some fun

I can feel it in the air feel it up above
feel the tension everywhere, there's too much blood
Too much blood
Well alright

Did you ever see the Texas Chain Saw Massacre? Horrible, wasn't it.
You know, people ask me "is it really true where you live in Texas,
is that really true what they do around there, people?" I say,
"yea, every time I drive through the crossroads I get scared, there's
a bloke running round with a fucking chain saw. Oh! Oh! oh No, he's
gonna cut off, Oh no. Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm."
When I go to the movies, you know, I would like to see something
more romantic you know, like "An Officer and a Gentleman" or
something. Something you can take the wife to, you know
what I mean?

I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything
and have some fun
want to dance, I want to sing,
I want to bust up everything
and make some love

I can feel it in the air feel it up above
feel the tension everywhere, there's too much blood
Too much blood
Well alright

Pretty ladies don't be scared, pretty ladies don't be scared.
Pretty ladies don't be scared, yeah, there is still so much love.

Yeah, too much...

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Rolling Stones - Pretty Beat Up

Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Since you put me down
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
Yeah since you left me lying around
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
Since you 86-ed me, pretty beat up
Never restitched me, pretty beat up
My face is a mess, pretty beat up
Yeah yeah you ought to see my face
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
It's a mess, pretty beat up, pretty beat up
You ought to see inside my heart
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Yeah I'm just like a battered baby
Just left on the street, pretty beat up
You ought to see the state, pretty beat up
I've been cut with a razor, pretty beat up
Don't you cut me up, don't you cut me up
I'm pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up


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Rolling Stones - Too Tough

If you want to wreck my life
Go ahead my love
Tried it once with poison
Tried it once with drugs
My circulation's running dry
It's you that drank me up
Screwed me down with kindness
Suffocating love
When it comes to fighting
Trying to play it rough
I will take you twenty rounds
I'm just too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough
Saw you on TV last night
In a rerun soap
You were young and beautiful
Already without hope
But I don't think you ever knew
What you've bitten off
But in the end, you spat me out
You could not chew me up
I'm too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough
When it comes to fighting
Trying to play it rough
I will take you twenty rounds
I'm just too tough, too tough
I married yesterday
To a teenage bride
You said it's only physical
But I love her deep inside
I still see you in my dreams
With a kitchen knife
With it poised above your head
Now who you gonna slice?
When it comes to fighting
Trying to play it rough
I will take you twenty rounds
I'm just too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough
I don't think you'll ever know
What you've bitten off
But in the end, you spat me out
You could not chew me up
I was too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough
Too tough
Too tough, too tough
Too tough, too tough


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Rolling Stones - All the Way Down

I was twenty one naive
Not cynical, I try to please
Her wit, her speech, her repartee
Impressed me almost instantly
She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way
She showed me love a hundred ways
How she pimped and how she paid
All the daughters, all the sons
All were welcome, all would come
We went all the way
All the way down
We went all the way, all the way
I was King, Mr. Cool
Just a snobby little fool
(Like kids are now.)
I dreamed of reaching greater heights
I raved about it every night
Talk is cheap
She went all the way, all the way
All the way down, yeah
She went all the way
All the way all the way
All the way, all the way down
She's there when I close my eyes
There when I close my eyes
She's there when I close my eyes
There when I close my eyes
How the years they rush on by
Birthdays, kids and suicides
Still I play the fool and strut
Still you're a slut
Hey girl, she went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down
You give me back that time right now
I can see it if I close my eyes
Was every minute just a waste?
Was every hour a foolish chase?
I don't believe it
She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way all the way
All the way down
She went all the way
All the way all the way
All the way down



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Rolling Stones - It Must Be Hell

We've got trouble, that's for sure
We got millions unemployed
Some kids can't write
Some kids can't read
Some kids are hungry
Some overeat
Our TV leader boldy speaks
The words of Christ he tries to preach
We need more power to hold the line
The strength of darkness still abides
Must be hell living in the world
Living in the world like you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Keep in a straight line, stay in tune
No need to worry, only fools
End up in prison of conscience cells
Or in asylums they help to build
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you you you you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Must be hell
Suffering in the world like you
We're free to worship, we're free to speak
We're free to kill, that's guaranteed
We got our problems, that's for sure
Clean up the backyard, don't lock the door
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
Must be hell living in the world
Suffering in the world like you
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound
I say we we are heaven bound



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