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1987
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Well now I've been on my own for many a year
Seems like I'll never get loved
Got me a hand on this brother of mine
And I'm gonna get me the rub
Turn me the lights down to a purple glow
Put Bessie Smith on the wail
Bring me the five young daughters
And help my ship to set sail

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word

When I'm downtown in Barcelona
When I'm pissed or when I'm pissed off
Mother Fist just gives me her tender kiss
And some of her sexy stuff
And I lock my door from the inside
Turn my mind to sweet sweet pain
And I wail just like Yma Sumac
Mother Fist she never complains

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word

Now I don't care if I'm in a prison
In confinement solitary
A soldier lost in the legion
Or a sailor out on the sea
A beggar, thief or a rich man
A gunman mercenary
A one legged crook
An Armenian cook
As long as my mother's with me

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word


. . .



Somewhere deep in the scarlet city
A million dreams are not enough
I'm knee deep in fallen women
Being alone in the scarlet city
Can be tough

Call me romantic
Call me deluded

I'd give you anything you asked
Just for a second of your time
I could be your guardian angel
When it comes to pleasure
I could be your guide

Call me romantic
Call me deluded

Well I've seen the sights of New York
I've seen day become night
I've seen the Brooklyn Bridge
All covered in lights
I've dived to the depths
I've scaled the heights

Call me romantic
Call me deluded
I've had it all

But I'll give you the most valuable thing in the world
I'll give you my very last pearl
I'll give you the most magical thing in the world
I'll give you my very last pearl

For this could be the magic
This could be the magic
This could be the magic
The very last pearl
Make a wish on the
Very last pearl in the world
The very last pearl

Somewhere deep in the scarlet city
Waits the key to all my dreams
You're the cure for someone jaded
Someone jaded, someone just like me it seems

Call me romantic
Call me deluded
I want to be your angel
I want to be your angel
Call me romantic
Call me deluded

I've seen a Mediterranean night
The ships on the sea
The most beautiful eyes in the world
And the saddest eyes in the world

Call me romantic
Call me deluded
But I didn't care at all

But I'll give you the most valuable thing in the world
I'll give you my very last pearl
I'll give you the most magical thing in the world
I'll give you my very last pearl


. . .



Saint Judy
She's staggering across the floor
Saint Judy
Behaving like a whore
Saint Judy
She's giving it all the tears
She tears her dress
Looks a mess
Well I've wanted to do it for years
Well I've wanted to do it for years

Now I had a dream
Well, more a fantasy
Kip Noll, John Holmes and me
All in bed we were going O.T.T.
What a sight to see
What a sight to see

Well a diva a day
Keeps the boredom away
I love 'em when they throw up their arms
And they bathe in that applause
Shouting
Screaming
Singing
Stamping
Slamming hotel doors
Champagne chilled
And the pills well spilled
All wide eyes
And overkill

Minks
The drinks
The curves
The kinks
Always acts before she thinks
Well that's what you call a star boys
That's what you call a star

Too many of my skeletons
In other people's closets
Too many people taking
Without leaving deposits
Too many people bringing me down
Bringing me down

Well they may find me on a hotel floor
High heels in a pool of gore
Curtains closed
And a bolted door
Breaking every law

And if I die before I wake up
I pray the Lord don't smudge my make-up
The dress will be fine when the hem I take up
The dress will be just fine

Sometimes I feel like a moral-less child
Sometimes I feel that I've gone too wild
Spilled my guts
Done myself in
Died for a multitude of sins
It feels good to die for your sins
It feels so good
So good boys

Well, let's all put on our sequinned dresses
And end it all in tears
Lets all holler and beat our breasts
Ending it all in tears
Christ I've wanted to do this for years

Saint Judy
What are we going to wear?
Saint Judy
Our souls we're gonna bear
Saint Judy
She's squeezing out those tears
She tears her dress
Looks a mess
Christ I've wanted to do this for years


. . .



And he dances every night
Framed in candles
And white white light
All is revealed
When all is too bright
You're such a pleasure
A wonderful pain
Makes me never want
To love again
But sorrow always comes
To those with fickle fame

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

We are consumed by corruption
Old before our time
Hurt by others' hunger
Scarred by love as greed (how I need)
How cruel the birthday of 17
Youth behind you
The long years ahead
Showing you what you might have been
Instead of drifting, drifting, drifting

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

Foundations crumble
Walls subside
We all break apart
When there's heartache inside
Hold back those years
Those tears
With a futile pride (we're gonna come clean)
Beware of love
And of dark-eyed men
They're sweet and they're tender
But they have no hearts
Just long smashed
Cruel shards of broken glass

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

And all those songs
That made me cry
Keep flooding back
And years of new discovery and you
Disturbing my dreams
Now we're flowing down that river
Heading for the delta
I don't know which way to flow
But my heart's a forest fire
And yours a field of snow

I don't know which way to flow
Don't know which way
Don't know which way
To flow


. . .



He's bringing trouble
A suitcase of heartache
Another sad scene on the way
He wears a necklace of tears
A string of bright trophies
Throwing a new love away every day

It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms
It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms

She was as sad as the sea out of season
The winter took her baby away
Stitched up her dreams
With Italian seams
And buried the needle away
I gotta say

It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms
It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms

And she'd kill for the thrill
Of the love in his eyes
Billy Macbeth all thunder and lies
Show her the way to his hand in his glove
That put her the candle she lit for his love

It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms
It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms

She's just another lost case
To the heart of a man
Another lost case
To the heart of a man

I would like to clip your wings
Grounded angels are useless things

It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms
It must be the angel in her kiss
That makes him the devil in her arms


. . .



Over there
In the cold
Stands the Hustler
His eyes are old
He has seen a million ugly scenes
Places where men droop with mould
The backrooms
Where soiled goods are sold
Seen with opened eyes since frail fifteen
He has found it hard at first
But on his brow there sits a curse
For when the young must suffer
At the hands of men

Memories of Christmas past
Were never there to ever last
Things as were can never
Be again

Over there
By the wall
Stands the Hustler
He's not very tall
He's trampled by the jaded by the sly

He's seen the darker side of men
First fascinated and then
He found his urge to laugh
An urge to cry

He'll find close friends
No friend at all
He feels so lonely, tired and small
How few are chosen from
The golden call

There's something in us all it seems
To crave adventure
Hunt for dreams
But corruption the seducer spoils our schemes
And surely as the snow will melt
The Hustler
Grabs his soul and heads for home
With lessons learnt under his belt

Over there
By the wall
Stands the Hustler
With the men of law
On either side to flank the sallow youth
But some of us will never learn
It takes the blow of fists to burn
How painfully we suffer for the truth


. . .



Remember when we were back in school
Two young kids with wild ideas
Years gone by we sweated and saved
For a cupboard with a view
Now too old for work they say
What's the point in biding time
Living out our yesterday
When wild ideas could all come true

We could settle into being old
But all that glitters could be gold
So meet me in my dream
I won't fall asleep without you
Meet me in my dream
Underneath the Vegas lights

Look around our shabby room
Paper peeling curtains frayed
Faded photos on the wall
Like us they've all seen better days
We drew our savings from the bank
For roulette wheels and reckless nights
Sinatra's records on our minds
Fruit machines and neon lights

We made our peace
We cut our ties
We sold our house
We said goodbye
So meet me in my dream
I won't fall asleep without you
Meet me in my dream
Underneath the Vegas lights

We threw away our everything
And blew it on a final fling
So meet me in my dream
I won't fall asleep without you
So meet me in my dream
It's lonely there without you
Remember way back then in school
All the things we said we'd do
So meet me in my dream
Underneath the Vegas lights

Meet me in my dream
Meet me in my dream
Meet me in my dream
Underneath the Vegas lights


. . .



Well now I've been on my own for many a year
Seems like I'll never get loved
Got me a hand on this brother of mine
And I'm gonna get me the rub
Turn me the lights down to a purple glow
Put Bessie Smith on the wail
Bring me the five young daughters
And help my ship to set sail

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word

When I'm downtown in Barcelona
When I'm pissed or when I'm pissed off
Mother Fist just gives me her tender kiss
And some of her sexy stuff
And I lock my door from the inside
Turn my mind to sweet sweet pain
And I wail just like Yma Sumac
Mother Fist she never complains

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word

Now I don't care if I'm in a prison
In confinement solitary
A soldier lost in the legion
Or a sailor out on the sea
A beggar, thief or a rich man
A gunman mercenary
A one legged crook
An Armenian cook
As long as my mother's with me

Mother Fist never gets angry
Mother Fist she never gets bored
I don't have to feed her
I just have to need her
She cries give me the word


. . .



The sea says
Come with me and whisper
Run with me
And tell me
Why is it you're lonely

I held your hand
In those years as a child
Soothed all your fevers
Tousled your hair
Gave you my treasures
My shells and my shingle
Made you feel happy
When things seem so bad

The sea says
I gave you stories
Adventure and mystery
When all was not well
I sung you to sleep
Crept into the cracks
Of your imagination
Made you feel happy
When things seem so bad

The sea says
Please don't go to pieces
Things can't be so bad
Why looking so sad

I held your hand
In those years as a child
Soothed all your fevers
Tousled your hair
Gave you my treasures
My shells and my shingle
Made you feel happy
When things seem so bad

When things seem so bad
When things seem so bad


. . .



No no, no no no no
You're never never never going to let me go

You say I'm your possession
You say I'm your toy
You're gonna teach me a lesson
That I won't enjoy
I need to break free
You suffocate me
I'm in pain
I want to break out
I've got to escape these chains

You want all my love
So I've got none to spare
You drain all my resources
And you leave my heart bare

I'm eternally yours
I'm forever engaged
I'm caged
In a prison of love
I'm a tiger enraged
I'm caged

Let me out

No no, no no no no
You're never never never gonna let me go

You smother my will
To make me behave
I'm drugged on your love
To make me your slave
You love with a passion
But I'm swallowed by your desire
Your love is so hot
But I don't want to burn in the fire

You've got me tied in a tender rage
Like a captive dancer in a gilded cage
You feed me love on a silver spoon
With a leather glove by the light of the moon
For your pleasure
For your show
You're never never never gonna let me go
No no, no no no no
You're never never never gonna let me go

You think that I'll stray
So you'll never trust me
You tempt me each day
But I'll never be free

I'm eternally yours
I'm forever engaged
I'm caged
In a prison of love
I'm a tiger enraged
I'm caged

Let me out, I'm caged


. . .



Well it seems you have a heart
I saw it once so I know it's true
You let it out on Sundays when
You let it beat me black and blue
When you went and stole my heart
I saw it go so I know it's true
It was a ruby, ruby, ruby red
It was the most precious gift I could give to you

It was as red as the sun in the evening sky
It was as red as the fire in a panther's eye
It was as red as the rose under the summer sun
Like a fire from a killer's gun

Ruby, ruby red
Shine a light onto this boy's bed
There's a street lamp glowing in my head
Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red

Well it seems you have a soul
You let it go so I know it's true
It was a ruby, ruby, ruby red
It keeps me warm when I'm feeling sad and blue
Well you went and stole my heart
I saw it go so I know it's true
I wrapped it up in a bouquet of barbed wire
It was the wickedest gift I could give to you

It was as red as the sun in the evening sky
It was as red as the fire in a panther's eye
It was as red as the rose under the summer sun
Like a fire from a killer's gun

Ruby, ruby red
Shine a light onto this boy's bed
There's a street lamp glowing in my head
Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red

Oh just like Johnny Rio baby
I need to be desired
I give up looking for my past
For the ones I left behind
Ruby red, ruby red, hey, hey, hey

Ruby, ruby red
Shine a light onto this boy's bed
There's a street lamp glowing in my head
Oh, Ruby, ruby, ruby red

It was the most precious jewel
I could give to you
Colour me red when I'm feeling blue
The colour of a kiss
In a young girl's dream
The mark of a guillotine
A drop of blood from a single thorn
Red wet sheets in the afternoon
A red light leading to my tomb
Ruby red all around my room

Ruby, ruby red
Oh shine a light onto this boy's bed
Oh, ruby, ruby, ruby red


. . .



And he dances every night
Framed in candles
And white white light
All is revealed
When all is too bright
You're such a pleasure
A wonderful pain
Makes me never want
To love again
But sorrow always comes
To those with fickle fame

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

We are consumed by corruption
Old before our time
Hurt by others' hunger
Scarred by love as greed (how I need)
How cruel the birthday of 17
Youth behind you
The long years ahead
Showing you what you might have been
Instead of drifting, drifting, drifting

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

Foundations crumble
Walls subside
We all break apart
When there's heartache inside
Hold back those years
Those tears
With a futile pride (we're gonna come clean)
Beware of love
And of dark-eyed men
They're sweet and they're tender
But they have no hearts
Just long smashed
Cruel shards of broken glass

And the tears are gonna come
The tears are gonna come

And all those songs
That made me cry
Keep flooding back
And years of new discovery and you
Disturbing my dreams
Now we're flowing down that river
Heading for the delta
I don't know which way to flow
But my heart's a forest fire
And yours a field of snow

I don't know which way to flow
Don't know which way
Don't know which way
To flow


. . .


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