(Jerry really smoked the last jam)
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(Jerry really smoked the last jam)
Ooh, you know I
I found the simple life ain't so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you'd call real
Ain't got nobody, waitin' at home
Runnin' with the Devil
(Hold on, hold on I'm runnin' ah yeah)
Runnin' with the Devil
(Ooh ooh, one more time)
Baby, baby
Let's get together
Honey, honey, me and you
And do the things
Ah, do the things
That we like to do
Oh, do a little dance
Make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight
Do a little dance
Make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight
Get up offa that thing
And shake 'till you feel better
Get up offa that thing
And try to release that pressure!
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up robin hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got burton suits, huh, you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore
And maybe I've learned this time
I hope that I find what I'm reaching for
The way that it is in my mind
Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss
Dreaming my dreams with you
… At home drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
… Daddy didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
… Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Every dog has it's day every day has it's way
Of being forgotten- "Mom it's my birthday!”
What would you say
(Don't' drop the big one)
If you a monkey on a string
(Don't cut my life line)
If you a doggie on a chain
(Don't bite the mailman)
What would you say
Seems I've got to have a change of scene
Every night I have the strangest dreams
Imprisoned by the way it could have been
Left here on my own or so it seems
I've got to leave before I start to scream
Won't someone lock the door and turn the key
Feeling alright (oh, no)
I'm not feeling too good myself (on, no)
If I feeling alright (oh, no)
I'm not feeling that good myself, yeah (oh, no)
(Turbulence over Memphis)
Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart,
make it real,
or else forget about it
Well, I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Where were you when I needed you
Well you could not be found
What can I do, oh I believed in you
You're running me around
Well you can take it as a warning
Or take it anyway you like
It's the lightning, not the thunder
You never know where it's gonna strike
Take the skinheads bowling.
Take them bowling.
We're only tourists in this life
Only tourists but the view is nice
(That was my signature here for awhile)
If you could see yourself now, baby
The tables have turned, the whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions
I'd turn the screw and leave the screen
Don't point your finger
You know that's not my thing
Here comes the leprechaun gangster?