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* Cold run "Speed Highway" was the place where we'd all go
When our nerves were razor sharp, and we'd all let it roll Let it roll Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Our machine's geared up, and we're really layin' it down Layin' it out, let it roll When these wheels get rollin' Let 'em roll right over you 'Cause I'm well greased down, and I'll always win it through Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Repeat * Repeat ** Repeat |
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Was a fast tough woman loved to play the clown
You won't do nothin' about it Break a good boy's resistance down Know she's got a pistol Laid it down on me She said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy You gotta shoot it for me Convinced me that she was worth it Never knew I was her kill And two 45's would do the trick and pay the bills *Know she's got a pistol Laid it down on me And she said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy You gotta shoot it for me ** I've really got to get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here now solo Holding out in my hotel room police they finally come Had her as the prosecution, and my prints upon the gun * Repeat ** Repeat |
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High flyers, wailing birds
I'm so far out to sea Ships are passing every night Oh, all my boyish dreams And your every melody With the sea tides tossin' free Never, never holdin' back Rock and rollers drift by (instrumental) Turn to summer, goes so fast Seems I'll never see you One weekend and a photograph Oh, all my boyish dreams |
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Saturday night, we're all on the lookout for some thrills
Try to catch the band's last song Backstage pass really showin' out Feel that's where I belong Sittin' down with all the big stars at the bar I really have a rock vocation From monopedemania to schizophrenia Rise to any situation * of old lost love, where will you go When the show is over Nobody wants to know ** We need to feel Something that's real 'cause you're losin' from the start So be careful with your heart ** Repeat Partners in the next bed and they're dancing cheek to cheek Can't understand their highbrow conversation Yes, you're pretty, who needs a pretty face With a hot lips reputation * Repeat |
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Lady love to hang on Played it like a real intellectual Sweet sister your still shaking And your tragedy is never ending Silver shoes you're wearing Every window there you've ever stared in Over my head, over my head Sidewalks of the city Every theater there you've ever played Your comic book impersonations Louise Fazenda and Buster Keaton [+++] Over my head, so it's all ** Out in the street for just one more matinee Yes, your vaudeville carries on So put a smile in front your man can see Yes, your vaudeville carries on solo ** Repeat * Repeat [+++]Note: Michael Pincher verified this line with Mogg. Louise Fazenda, an American vaudeville actress, made 134 movies between 1913-1935, but the only one I could find that involved film legend Buster Keaton was "Slippery Pearls." Fazenda was married to director Hal Wallis ... |
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* Try to make some changes really on the line
Given your religion, never ever time All the jokers laughing, queens upon the floor Don't misunderstand it, baby needs some more Lovin' up some ransom, weapon and a gun Just your education, hard to understand Will the teenage lesion make a mark on you Make a big tome status, then we run them through ** Mother Mary could you ever really feel the same And would you try to understand a wild colonial boy * Repeat ** Repeat |
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I really tried my hardest just to make you understand
(what) it feels like to a boy, when he don't feel like a man But you gave me so much money And you would not understand I realize I hurt you, so I stay just as I am * But the whole world keeps on turnin' Yes, the whole world keeps on turnin' But the whole world keeps on turnin' I just roll along There's been one too many mornings And one too many years One of life's delinquents Who just can't take the pace We found out the hard way I hope you understand That my life is just my habit And I had an overdose * Repeat I used to try, I used to try Used to cry, oh I used to cry * Repeat |
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* In a dance band competition fox-trotting with my girl
Dance, dance, dance all night Dance your life away High geared razzle dazzle, recession is the trouble Dance, dance, dance all night Dance your life away Thirty hours on the floor and twenty partners left Dance, dance, dance all night Dance your life away Feel so tired it must be a week Nearly on my knees Dance, dance, dance all night Dance your life away ** California, you always seem to have the sun But I never really got near to it And you try your hand at anything you know Just to try and earn a dollar * repeat ** repeat |
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* Try to make some changes really on the line
Given your religion, never ever time All the jokers laughing, queens upon the floor Don't misunderstand it, baby needs some more Lovin' up some ransom, weapon and a gun Just your education, hard to understand Will the teenage lesion make a mark on you Make a big tome status, then we run them through ** Mother Mary could you ever really feel the same And would you try to understand a wild colonial boy * Repeat ** Repeat |
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Lady love to hang on Played it like a real intellectual Sweet sister your still shaking And your tragedy is never ending Silver shoes you're wearing Every window there you've ever stared in Over my head, over my head Sidewalks of the city Every theater there you've ever played Your comic book impersonations Louise Fazenda and Buster Keaton [+++] Over my head, so it's all ** Out in the street for just one more matinee Yes, your vaudeville carries on So put a smile in front your man can see Yes, your vaudeville carries on solo ** Repeat * Repeat [+++]Note: Michael Pincher verified this line with Mogg. Louise Fazenda, an American vaudeville actress, made 134 movies between 1913-1935, but the only one I could find that involved film legend Buster Keaton was "Slippery Pearls." Fazenda was married to director Hal Wallis ... |
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Was a fast tough woman loved to play the clown
You won't do nothin' about it Break a good boy's resistance down Know she's got a pistol Laid it down on me She said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy You gotta shoot it for me Convinced me that she was worth it Never knew I was her kill And two 45's would do the trick and pay the bills *Know she's got a pistol Laid it down on me And she said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy You gotta shoot it for me ** I've really got to get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here Gotta get a fast ride out of here now solo Holding out in my hotel room police they finally come Had her as the prosecution, and my prints upon the gun * Repeat ** Repeat |
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* Cold run "Speed Highway" was the place where we'd all go
When our nerves were razor sharp, and we'd all let it roll Let it roll Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Our machine's geared up, and we're really layin' it down Layin' it out, let it roll When these wheels get rollin' Let 'em roll right over you 'Cause I'm well greased down, and I'll always win it through Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Repeat * Repeat ** Repeat |
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Kids gettin' tired, hangin' around
So fuck sure thinkin' aloud Can't get it in, can't get it out Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt Can't stop a train with just a smile Stop me at the start only for a while Hole in my pocket, hole in my arm Al that's left when life's lost its charm This could be for us just any other day Come on girl, we've really got to get away It's the only chance you'll ever heve to change Kids gettin' tired, hangin' around So fuck sure thinkin' aloud Can't get it in, can't get it out Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt Can't win or lose when there's little left to choose Now 'til next year it'll always be the same The black back streets and people Who don't kniow your name Go with the wind, it'll only carry us away |
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