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Well,
I'll tell you
One good thing at least about some
Of these junkies was
They had some character
They may have driven me nuts
Sometimes & screwed up
But at least when they played
The damn guitar they'd play it
Like they meant it -
These white bread boys nowadays,
Knowin' all the score,
Don't even know how to puke
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One night out in L.A.
I met a Mexicana
With a butchy girlfriend
Who I thought was a man
They took me to the alley
To have a little chat
People lined the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America
Now I'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I want marijuana
I don't want to drive home
Not in my condition
So I ask my friend Matt
To handle the ignition
In wild America
Exterminate the brutes
(LIVE INTERVIEW)
ROLLINS: Yeah
IGGY: Yeah
ROLLINS: Yeah
IGGY: Yeah
IGGY: Well I mean I like it here.
IGGY: Do you have anything
you'd like to say to America?
ROLLINS: I'd just like to say at this point
that I'm a 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a
year American
I was glad that Debbie
Had a sense of humor
This time of the morning
I tend to get gloomy
She laughed and said "Iggy,
You have got a biggy!"
I had no reply
So I just closed my eyes
In wild America
Exterminate the brutes
They're goin' wild
Goin' wild
They're goin' wild
They're goin' wild baby
They got all kinds of fuckin' stuff
They got everything you could imagine
They're so god dammed spoiled
They're poisoned inside
They judge a man by what he's got
And they wanta have more and more
More power
More freedom
Taller kids
Longer lives
Everything
Bigger houses
Slaves
Woa
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All across the continents
Everywhere a soul is sent
A new mix of the races is takin' place
It's what Hitler didn't like
And it makes a pretty sight
Just look at what you see on
Your MTV
Out on the edges they're
Mixin' the colors
Some they don't like it
But me I don't mind
In every city they're
Mixing the colors
Different shades for the whole countryside
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
Mixin'
They're mixin'
On the edges of the line
There's a different kind of kind
No one seems to claim for
The race war games
'Cause you don't have to choose sides
It just crucifies your mind
There's a hundred million ways
To live your life for yourself
Out on the edges they're mixin' the colors
Some they don't like it but me I don't mind
In every city they're mixin' the colors
Different shades for the whole countryside
I like the kids with the opened-up faces
I like the kids with the ways of their own
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
If you leave the hate alone tonight
Music's gonna get you home tonight
Mixin' the colors
Now a language that sounds new
Comes a-driftin' next to you
And the music that you hear is changin' too
Cuz they're mixin' the colors
Baby the colors
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He's got a great bit hit
He's in a limousine
When I see his face
Somethin' starts to freeze
He's got money for miles
His girl comes out of VOGUE
When he acts like an ass
He's treated like a rogue
I feel it comin' it's flushin' my face
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' it's boilin' my blood
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' flushin' my face
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' boilin' my blood
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
This isn't for the first time in my life
She comes from top cheekbones
She never worried hard
You could camp an army
On her family's yard
When I look at blue blood
I want to make it mud
And tear that difference down
Rock an' roll is how
I feel it comin' it's breakin' my neck
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' boilin' my blood
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' boilin' my blood
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' breakin' my neck
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
This isn't for the first time in my life
I feel it comin' it's flushin' my face
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' boilin' my blood
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' breakin' my neck
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
I feel it comin' heatin' my eyes
I feel it comin' jealousy baby
Jealousy baby
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An evil look that tells me to fuck off
From the one who'll never treat me soft
I start to boil and to concentrate
On images of anger and of hate
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late
The mean stupidity of what he says
The millions who admire it and they spread
And all I wanta feel is just them dead
And have to eat the things they did and said
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn so late
These are the ways I feed my hate
These are the lights that burn too late
Hate
Why am I afraid?
Afraid
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I found you lookin' for the rainbow
You found me waitin' for a chance
Now we got something good together
A life where we have joined our hands
And there ain't nobody gonna break that
Our love
And there ain't nobody gonna break it
Our love
Our love
I didn't have too much to offer
You didn't have much to expect
A cold hotel room full of trouble
Beside a blinkin' traffic light
On all night
And there ain't nobody gonna break this
It's our love
There ain't nobody gonna take it
Not our love
Nobody's gonna take this
It's our love
Love
I know the feeling of being outside
Alone and watchin' all the fun
The crowd's together, laughin' loudly
And long
But that type - they're never really strong
An' there ain't nobody gonna take it
An' there ain't nobody gonna break it
An' there ain't nobody gonna take it
There ain't nobody who's gonna break it
It's our love
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Plastic & concrete, baby
these are the facts of life
i 'm a nightmare child
stuck on my own knife
i' m glad my mother loved me
i' m sick & paranoid
the hotel generater
hums into the void
of plastic & concrete
plastic & concrete, baby
i gotta learn to slow down
somethin new from chemistry
is jackin my brain around
i have got the plastic
and i have got the stone
out there in the suburbs
i learned to be alone
in plastic & concrete
plastic & concrete sandwich
you 'd like to eat me, but
later you 'll reiect me
i' m too much to bite off
the salad on my outside
is made of suicide
the guy who squirts my mayonnaise
is on a one-way ride
in plastic & concrete
plastic & concrete
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Fast young girl wants to go
body 's red mouth is whole
got the worst in the world
but this won 't be hassle-free
lovers kiss in the heat
body crush basement suite
mind my eyes behind my hair
hide my face and look nowhere
change addresses ditch that guy
don 't pick up when he calls
runaway everyday
coffee beans and hideaways
they want these, they want those
first my nose then my toes
presidents and super meaks
litey dogs and love boutioues
afternoons wakin up
neighborhood slouch and stuff
drifters too in a flow
nowhere they got to go
shave haired girl with a dog
dressin cool not too new
i wanna talk i wanna know,
what she feels and what she knows
i m so fuckin alone
i m so fucking alone
o.k. o.k.this is me
o.k. o.k.this is me
evening breeze river east
music mix salsa speed
metal rap lonely sax
open jeep with the speakers back
rock n roll band practicin'
shakin those walls next to me
everybody is in a dream
of what they want and who they need
to feel all right to be alive
to wipe out words that they despise
from a thunder brain
that's quick to pain
and only once to live again
when that set up gets in the way
the dreamin brain will make a play
to wipe it all outta space
press record and then erase
cuz there's something here
they gotta face
everyeody in this place
it's the same for everyone
they gotta figure out something
they gotta figure out themselves
they gotta figure on their own
they gotta figure out, ok ?
o.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
i 'm so fuckin alone
i' m so fuckin alone
oh no, being alone
i'm so fucking alone
o.k. o.k. so this is me
o.k. o.k. so this is me
this is me
o.k.
i' m not even sure what she wanted
i 'm not even sure what she wanted
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I been walkin' down the road
what it means i dunno
i been walkin' down the highway
with the bad food flyin by me
i' m an ordinary man
with a time bomb in my hand
it keeps tickin' an i keep runnin
tryin to find out where i come from
and there ain' t nothin' gonna take this road away
nothin' gonna take this road away
nothin' gonna take this road outta my heart
nothin' gonna take this pain outta my heart
i wake up sweatin in the night
every town is only lights
i 'm addicted to the highway
'cuz i just can' t do things their way
and there ain' t nothin gonna take this road away
nothin gonna take that road away
nothin gonna take that road outta my heart
highway i' m doin fine
you help me draw the line
no use in bein alive
if i' m just rentin
i undersand the circus well
i' ve played the clown when down he fell
but bein' down ain' t bein' loser
so just look out here comes a bruiser
and there ain 't nothin gonna take my road away
nothin' gonna take my road away
nothin' gonna take my road outta my heart
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I been hungry way down in my heart
waiting for a reason
i been hungry like a lot of guys
i want to be beside you
lonely people pass me in the street
waiting for a reason
beslde you
grey is turning to blue
you wake up loye in me
beslde you
everything is new
you wake up love in me
i been hungry way down where it hurts
waiting for a reason
i been hungry like a lot of guys
i wanna be beside you
beslde you
grey is turnin to blue
you wake up love in me
beside you
everything is new
you wake up love in me
what a world
i really need you girl
you wake up love in me
beside you
grey is turning to blue
you wake up loye in me
beside you beside you
i want to be beside you
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hey little girl you' re black and blue
hey little girl you 're six foot two
i know a man who loved too hard
he lost his mind it wasn' t hard
over this slckness
over this slckness
over this slckness
this slckness of love
cute little knees that you got
out in the dark parking lot
cute little voice whispering
i know a man lost everything
over this sickness
over this sickness
over this sickness
this sickness of love
hey little girl i' m almost through
hey little girl i' m almost you
hey little girl the river runs
hey little girl the rising sun
over this sickness
this slckness of love
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i'm a boogie boogie boogie boogie boy
i like to play around with boogie toys
i need a boogie girl to boogie too
i need a doogie god my shoe to chew
i like to make a dumb ass noise
because i 'm a boogie boogie boy
now every mornin i wake up at nine
i'm eating cheerios with red wine
i'm reading that book but it's not too good
cuz my boogie head is made outta wood
it' s a fact i get s0 much joy
when i can go out and be a boggie boy
like to eat spaghetti with tomato sauce
i like to eat clams with spanish moss
i like to go down to mash potato town
cuz that's where a boogie boy can get
thats what i do
like to make noise
like to go out and be a boogie boy
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I got a secret you can live and learn
i got a secret you can live and learn
you don 't know me but i burn
you don 't know me but i burn
deep in your gut you know
the right way out
deep in your gut you know
not like those guys who mess around
not like thove guys who fake it, now
perforation problems not all right
hangin on a needle out of spite
perforation problems no one home
stumblin like a dirty slave
in anger
i got a worm down in my troubled soul
i got a worm down in my troubled soul
now i 'm all right but there's still holes
now i 'm all right but there's still holes
everytime i think it was my last
everytime i hoped it was my last
i watched my future become my past
i watched my future become my past
perforation problems not all right
hangin on a needle outta fright
perforation problems no one home
stumblin like a dirty slave
in anger
i still get angry when i look back
i still get angry when i look back
when i look ahead my bags are packed
perforation problems not all right
hangin on a needle out of fright
perforation problems no one home
stumblin like a dirty slave
perforation problems not all right
perforation problems every night
perforation problems no one home
stumblin like a dirty slave
perforation problems
fright
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Nervous you need a drink
tired you need a lift
you feel on the brink
maybe you need new tits
vulnerable as a ship
but you re not on the sea
can you talk to anyone here?
no, not really
and the crowd stays on your back
and the girls are all s0 stacked
and the stress it lines your face
and you realy need a place
its just that social life
its got you on the run
that goddamn social life
it's torture dressed as fun
it's just that social life
they got you seein things
that goddamn social life
and now you re chasin strings
that goddamn social life
god-awful art and clothes
plenty of money, though
you guess it must be worth somethin
what that would be you don' t know
in your imagination
there's a face of love
someone who will come along
instead of comin on
anp the forces ebb and flow
and the money goes and goes
and something makes you
want to throw a brick
through the window
it's iust that social life
it's got you on the run
that goddamn social life
it's torture dressed as fun
it's iust that social life
they got you chasin strings
that goddamn social life
and you are seeing things
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and now...the news:
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
the communist world is fallin apart
the capitalists are just breakin hearts
money is the reason to be
it makes me just wanna sing louie louie
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
a fine little girl is waitin for me
but i 'm as bent as dostoevsky
i think about the meaning of my life again
and i have to sing louie louie again
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
louie louie oh baby
i gotta go
let's give it to' em right now
oh man, i dunno like...health insurance
the homeless & world peace
& aids & education ... i' m tryin to do right
but. ..hey
life after bush & gorbachev
the wall is down but something is lost
turn on the news it looks like a movie
it makes me wanna sing louie louie
louie louie
oh baby i gotta go
let's go
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people of america
i bring you a great army
to preserve peace
in our empire
throw them to the lions
darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
there will be a great feast tonight!
who are these christians?
what is this strange religion?
i' ve heard it said they turn the other cheek
ha ha ha ha
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
hail caesar hail caesar
grapes from sicily
silks from asia minor
all the tea in china
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
who are these christians?
turn the other cheek...
ha ha ha ha ha
two thumbs down
the christians are restless
why not let them worship their god?
no one believes in the old gods
how tiresome...attending the rituals
paying lip service to the portents
burning incense at their shrine
no one believes in the old gods
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
throw them to the lions
hahahahahaha
the roman empire the glory of rome
hail all hail
caesar...caesar...beware beware the ides of march
who is this man?
caesar...he is but a soothsayer...he is old
and his brain is addled... pay him no mind!
throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha ha ha
hail caesar! emperor of rome hail caesar!
caesar...caesar...beware the ides of march
eh?! who is this man?
caesar...he is but an old soothsayer...addled in his brain
pay him no mind
throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha
throw him to the lions!
no one believes in the old gods...
the empire is tired...caesar will rest now.
we depart for my chambers
come darling
"yes caesar"
caesar will rest now
hail rome hail caesar hail
put him in the fiery pit
ha ha ha ha!
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