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UFO
UFO


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Metal Blade Records
Chrysalis Records
Associated acts Scorpions
Fastway
Lone Star
The Michael Schenker Group
The Plot
Website Website
Members
Phil Mogg
Vinnie Moore
Paul Raymond
Pete Way
Andy Parker
Former members
Paul Gray
Simon Wright
Robbie France
Jason Bonham
Larry Wallis
Aynsley Dunbar
Mick Bolton
Michael Schenker
Paul Chapman
Laurence Archer
Bernie Marsden
Billy Sheehan
Neil Carter
Tommy McClendon
Clive Edwards
Danny Peyronel



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UFO Album


The Wild, The Willing And The Innocent (1981)
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Jack of diamonds is a gambling man
He played the tables whenever he can
Take some advice boy stay clean stay out of his way
Little Jeannie is a dancing queen
She's been shaking it since she was sixteen
Skips across the tables acting out her passion play

It wasn't for money, it's only a chance
You take a gamble, got shot for romance

Chains, chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around
Chains chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around

Without a warning Jeannie took off one night
Jack got so mean boy, he just had to fight
He died on the floor someone else evens the score
Back on the tables Jeannie's romance had died
That one look of love that told her a lie
And for her there's no waves crashing on seashores

It wasn't for money, it's only a chance
You take a gamble, got shot for romance

Chains, chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around
Chains chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around

Chains chains...chains chains...

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Skulking in the mean streets whispering in the halls
Redlight bandits on the corner give no quarter calls
Infectious garbage fills the streets and in their eyes you know
A thin blue line bends and breaks stop the overflow

Fan the flames of the city's heat
In dark corners that you never seen
Desperation when the trouble flares
Alarm guns ring, running scared

And you're long gone, down in this hell
Long gone down in this hell
So baby won't you hold me tight
Let your softness fill my night

We've got a dream don't let it slip away
In your eyes I can see the fear
This town never sheds a tear
We're gonna be out someday

People looking for a holy one
Some kind of hero or a prophet to come
Visionaries dance the night away
There's no tomorrow living for today

But you're long gone down, in this hell
Long gone down in this hell

I saw the stars come out tonight so lonely and immune
Summer rain kissed the streets that bleed like open wounds
Patrol cars sweep the avenues down on forty eighth
While faces in dark doorways wait to arouse the hate

Fan the flames of the city's heat
In dark corners that you never seen
Desperation when the trouble flares
Well I'm gonna scream, running scared

And you're long gone, down in this hell
Long gone down in this hell
So baby won't you hold me tight
Let your softness fill my night

We've got a dream don't let it slip away
In your eyes I can see the fear
This town never sheds a tear
We're gonna be walking away

Baby better walk away
Baby better walk away
We'll be busting out someday

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Who's dressed to kill, out to thrill
Waiting for you tonight
Well I'll kneel down to the ground
Waiting for the warning sound
Something's got to bite

And I'm looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show
Looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show

And the wild, the willing and the innocent
Are down, down in the jungle tonight
As the jackal tracks every step you make
Watching, waiting for the one chance to bite

Time was right, the sassy light
In the final dangerous game
Trap set in the net
Feel my hands start to sweat
Ooooh I'm taking aim

And I'm looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show
Looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show

And the wild, the willing and the innocent
Are down, down in the jungle tonight
As the jackal tracks every step you make
Watching, waiting for the one chance to bite

Cold black steel, your last meal
The hand of fate has come
Phone taps, blueprint maps
Making my move in style
Public Enemy Number One

And I'm looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show
Looking for a wild rose
In the heat of the night
Waiting for a show

And the wild, the willing and the innocent
Are down, down in the jungle tonight
As the jackal tracks every step you make
Watching, waiting for the one chance to bite

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Living inside a bottle
Strung out on a line
Caught in life's rough and tumble
Blind leading the blind

I wish there was an answer
But she's got such an easy way
And you know you can't leave her
And you know you can't stay

Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery

We're hiding from the small talk
And hiding all the pain
With our backs against the wall
Is all this love in vain

Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery

When I'm with you you know I try so hard
Not to love you but I keep up my guard
Every single day that goes by
Are we fooling ourselves living a lie

Please tell me now it's no secret
Is this surrender with defeat
Do you let love pass you by
Walk to a different beat

Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery

Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery

Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, love's a mystery

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All the boys hangin' out down in the parking lot
The night riders giving all they've got
While the girls look so good at looking bad
Out strutting dressed in the latest fad

Valentino looks for something new
Escapes for the night and waits his cue
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way they're makin' moves

Kids clothe armour hands like battle dress
Got his act down, some kind of feeling
And tonight they're gonna make the run
Downtown, call the garrison

From the back roads through the alleys it screams
You gotta get a feeling mean, mean, mean
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way they're makin' moves

Rockface going nowhere fast
Some gonna make it, some don't even last
Just one night they don't give a damn
I'm the star, hides another sham

There's no silver and there's no gold
It's just that one shot before they're old
And I love the way they make their move
Yes I love the way they're makin' moves

Ooooh I love, I just love the way they're makin' moves
Makin' moves
Makin' moves

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Sarah has her dreams and makes her plans
To get what she wants when she can
A little bit of heaven was all she asked for
In those silent moments deep in the night
She'd find herself make it feel all right
Hungers for the bright life and something more

With her young heart so gently beating
A secret rendezvous lovers meeting
Out in the night, out in the night night night night
Played on the radio, heard on the news
Baby's gone lost they found her shoes
You can turn out the light
You better turn out the light

You go walking on the wild side
Learn how to run 'cause you can't hide
Better steel yourself away
Another page, another day
In your lonely heart
Beating out in the dark

Lonely heart

And beneath the lights and rock 'n' roll band
Electric guitars, one night stands
Are you giving away, giving away
With hungry and oh so desperate eyes
The souls who get hurt believe in their lies
You only betray, only betray
Yeah, yeah, yeah

And now you cry yourself to sleep
Against the odds you wanted to beat
You never say no, never say no no no no
Left with the promises that you swore
The price you pay is the love you tore
Now where did it go, where did it go

You go walking on the wild side
Learn how to run 'cause you can't hide
Better steel yourself away
Another page, another day
In your lonely heart
Beating out in the dark

Lonely heart

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You wake up in the morning
Look for a clue, something new
Turn on the radio and it's as dead
As the visions dying in your head

And when you were young
You had big ideas no hidden fears
You had your heroes they were walkin' tall
Now your devotion seems comical

So now you got older
And the world's got colder than it used to be
Every day gets longer and turns into the darker night
Down in the gutter nothing seems to matter 'cause you're history
Couldn't get it, I couldn't get it right

You played the game as children
Didn't understand life's not so grand
Love hurts you and you could feel the lonely, lonely lonely one
Some people get it easy
They got it made, so unafraid
You'll be the fool and find the winner, he's gonna take it all

So now you got older
And the world's got colder than it used to be
Every day gets longer and turns into the darker night
Down in the gutter nothing seems to matter 'cause you're history
I couldn't get it, I couldn't get it right

So now you got older
And the world's got colder than it used to be
Every day gets longer and turns into the darker night

Hey you got older
And the world's got colder than it used to be
Every day gets longer and turns into the darker night

Down in the gutter nothing seems to matter 'cause you're history
I couldn't get it, I couldn't get it right
No, no, no, no
I couldn't get it, I couldn't get it right

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Hey babe what we gonna do
No look behind me glances
Straight time this time
We'll take our chances

Darling it's been so long
Every lonely hour
Laud the sinner pulls the trigger
And the world turns sour

Whisper on the wind
Locked in silence
Profession of violence
Whisper on the wind
Locked in silence
Profession of violence

Try to pick up the pieces
Maybe move away
But the lifer
Was only yesterday

Down the halls of justice
The echoes never fade
Notches on my gun
Another debt is paid

Whisper on the wind
Locked in silence
Profession of violence
Whisper on the wind
Locked in silence
Profession of violence

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You knock me out you're like a well oiled Smith & Wesson
Hot 'n' Ready, ready to use
Dressed to the nines, you know you don't look 15, there's no question
Hot 'n' Ready, ready to use
I'm coming through I've gotta get to you babe
I'm coming through I've gotta get to you babe

Don't need I.D. and there's no house detective to crowd you...
Hot 'n' Ready, ready to use
Slip in the back door and slip out of what ever your into
Hot 'n' Ready, ready to use
I'm coming through I've gotta get to you babe
I'm coming through I've gotta get to you babe

I'm coming through, I've gotta get to you babe
I'm coming through, I've gotta get to you babe

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