Since I Don'T Have You
New Rose
Down On The Farm
Human Being
Raw Power
Ain't It Fun
Buick Makane
Hair Of The Dog
Attitude
Black Leather
You Can't Put You Arms Around a Memory
I Don't Care About You
Look At Your Game, Girl
Since I Don't Have You
I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have
hopes and dreams
I, I, I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
And I don't have fond
desires
And I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked ol' misery
And she's been here since then
(spoken) Yeah, we're fucked!
I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
You, you,
you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You,
you, you, oh
yeah!
(spoken)
Is she really going
out with him?
Hey!
I got a feeling inside of me
It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
I
don't know why, don't know why
These kind of things gotta be
CHORUS:
I got a new rose, I got
it good
Yes, I knew that I always would
I can't stop to mess around
I got a brand new rose
in town
See the sun, see the sunny skies
Don't get too close it'll burn your eyes
Don't you
run away that way
Come back another day
CHORUS
I never thought this could happen to me
I'm
a strange washing machine
I never served somebody this sane
I haven't met her, maybe too late
Hey!
I got a feeling inside of me
It's kinda strange like a stormy sea
I don't know why,
I don't know why
I guess these things've gotta be
CHORUS
All I need is some inspiration
Before I do somebody some harm
I feel just like a vegetable
Down here on the farm
Nobody
comes to see me
Nobody here to turn me on
I ain't even got a lover
Down here on the farm
They told me to get healthy
They told me to get some sun
But boredom eats me like cancer
Down here on the farm
Drinkin' lemonade shanty
Ain't nobody here to do me harm
But I'm
like a fish out of water
Down here on the farm
I wrote a thousand letters
Till my fingers
all gone numb
But I never see no postman
Down here on the farm
I call my baby on the
telephone
I say come down and have some fun
But she knows what the score is
Down here on
the farm
I can't fall in love with a wheatfield
I can't fall in love with a barn
When
everything smells like horse shit
Down here on the farm
Blue skies and swimming pools
Add so
much charm
But I'd rather be back in Soho
Than down here on the farm
On the fucking farm!
Are you born in a fucking barn or what?
Baaaaaah!
HOLD STILL
Ready
Holervabeese [backwards
talk?]
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4 [kazoo madness]
Oh yeeeahh
Oh yeeeeeeahh
Well if you
don't like it
Go ahead find yourself a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy
Who's gonna be
what I ain't
What you need is a plastic doll
With a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit
through all the madness
And always act so quaint
I said - a, oh yeah, well - a
It's your new
friend
You're really
Making a scene, and I've seen you
Bouncing around, from machine to
machine
But you know that
They're never really
Never really what they seem
And you can
count on
Generate some warmth, then you'll
See just what I mean
Oh baby, baby, baby yeah
CHORUS:
And if I'm acting like a king
Don't ya know it's cos uh I'm a human being
And if
I want too many things
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream
Don't ya know it's cos I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene
Don't ya know it's
cos I'm a human being
I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human... oh
no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human
A real proud human being
Won't you give me a little sip
Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you
try to give me something
That I'll never ever forget, but now
Could you blow it all
On a
million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it
On a best lovin' you've had yet
Oh baby
baby, oh yeah
CHORUS
It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
You're tryin' to cover up a
big disgrace
Oh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Well I may think
that
This whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type who's just mad
about
Funny little thing that I see, but I can
Colour that with history, and make it
Just
what I want it to be, well I'm
Blowin' my change on the fan magazines
With all the Hollywood
refugees
Oh baby baby oh yeah
CHORUS
Dance to the beat of the living dead
You'll see baby, stay away from there
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
If you're
alone and you got the feel
So am I baby let's roll on out ta' here
Raw power is sure to come
a-runnin' to you
Raw power's got a magic touch
Raw power is much too much
Happiness is a
guaranteed
It was made for you and me.
Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power, I can
feel it
Raw power, hear it, can't be spared
Popin' eyes and a fashion feed
Don't you try,
don't you try to tell me what to do
I was tryin', I was tryin' a tell ya what to do
(spoken)
And you know that ain't right
I look in the eyes of the seventh girl
Fall deep in love in
the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
If you're alone and you got the
shakes
So am I baby and I got what it takes
Raw power is sure to come a-runnin' to you
Raw
power's got a healing hand
Raw power can destroy a man
Raw power is so more than soul
Got a
son called rock and roll.
Raw power, honey, just won't quit
Raw power, I can feel it
Raw
power honey, give me a spin
Get up baby and kiss my feet
Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me what
to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Ev'rybody always tryin' a tell me
what to do
Don't you try, don't you try to tell me what to do
Raw power it's got no place to
go
Raw power honey, you don't wanna know
Raw power is a guaranteed O.D.
Raw power is a
laughin' at you and me
(spoken)
I wanna know
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you
feel it?
Can you feel it?
Raw power
Raw power
Can you feel it?
Can you feel
it?
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you
become
Ain't it fun when you get so high
Well... that you, you just can't come
Ain't it fun
when you know that you gonna die young
It's such fun
Good fun
Such fun
Such fun
Aah
such fun
Such fun
Such fun aah
Yeah fun,
Just fun
Such...
Ain't it fun when you
taking care of number one
Ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain't it
fun when you just can't seem to find your tounge
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that
really stung
It's such fun, ah
Well, so good to me, they spit right in my face
I didn't even
feel it
It was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
I didn't even feel
it
It happened so fast
Such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun
Such fun
Such fun
Ah such fun
Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
Ain't it fun when you she
splits you and leaves you on the bum
Well, ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that
you've ever begun
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
It's such fun
Such
fun (x
13)
Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will
ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl
Rainy lady
Queen of the rock will ya
Queen of the rock will ya
Help me roll
Help me roll
(spoken)
See my soul
Sire, sire
You're just a sexual goddess
You're just a sexual goddess
Be my plane
Oh, in the rain
Buick
Buick
Buick Mackane will ya
Buick Mackane will ya be my girl
Oh, be my girl
I
said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
I said I know
what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck you
I said I know what to do
I'm gonna
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck you
Fuck
you
(spoken)
Give me a
little bit of volume on this
You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker
I've been told about you
I've seen y'on the midnight show girl
A-what they been sayin' must be true
Red hot mama
There'll be trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues
CHORUS:
Now you're messin' with a A
SON OF A BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a A SON OF A
BITCH
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Talkin' jive and poison ivy
You ain't gonna
cling to me
Man take a bold thinker
I ain't so blind I can't see
Red hot mama
There'll be
trouble
I say time's gonna pay your dues
CHORUS
CHORUS (x 5)
Yeah!
Attitude
'tsa
fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Inside that bitter
brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor,
yeah!
Attitude, what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Attitude is what you got's a fuckin' attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
Yeah, right
Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the mother fuckin' guitar!
Oh, attitude
'tsa fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Oh,
attitude
'tsa fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what ya say to me
You got some attitude
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street
And I can feel the
slime, drippin' down her sleeve
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna
do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Ooh
Ooh
Well, it's
late at night, and I'm all alone
And I can hear her boots as she's near her home
Well, you
can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just
can't choose what she's gonna do
CHORUS:
Scratch, scratch, she's clawing at the door
Whoa,
no, I can't take it anymore
Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore
I never should asked for black
leather
Black leather
Ooh, black leather
Ow black leather
And you can try to hide, but
you won't get far
You can let her in, and you'll start it again
Well, you can't refuse and you
just can't choose what she's gonna do
Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what she's
gonna do
CHORUS
Ooh
Ooh
Black Leather (x
8)
(spoken)
This one's for you Johhny
It doesn't
pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean, I didn't try
I just never know, why
It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home
And when I'm home
Big deal,
I'm still alone
It's so restless, I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense,
down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms
around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try
You're just a basket case
And you got no name
Could you live with
me?
Go on and say
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
Can't put your arms
around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try
Don't try
(spoken)
Johnny you're me
Yeah, you're memory
I wanna put my
arms around your memory
I can't try...
I can't try
Don't
try
Yeah!
I'm from South Philadelphia up on Avenue C
I've seen
empty hands that was waitin' to freeze
Up from the power at home
CHORUS:
I don't care about
you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I've seen Hollywood Boulevard
Welfare
hotel
And I spent the night in jail
At the Wilcox Hotel
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
I've seen an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan
Well he died
while we just stood there lookin' at him
Ain't he cute?
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
I seen mad rollin' drunks
I seen bodies in the streets
I saw a
man who was sleepin' in his own puke
And a man with no legs crawlin' down
Fifth Street tryin'
just to get somethin' to eat
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck
you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
I don't care about you
Fuck you!
(spoken)
Uh,
that hurt man
Alright
Perfect
There's a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you're loving baby
But all your doing is crying
CHORUS:
Can you feel
Are those
feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl
What a mad delusion
Living
in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game
The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves' not enough
If it can't be true
Oh, you can tell those lies
baby but you're only fooling you
CHORUS
Can you feel
I know those feelings ain't real
Then
you better stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you're gonna play crying
Stop trying
That's the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game
(spoken)
Thanks, Chas
Jack