All Nite Radio
So you've run outa numbers
And you've run outa lovers
They won't deliver that pizza
You're hungry under the covers
You're all alone in the moonlight
Got to get ready for daylight
All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite radio
You could have been sleeping
You could have done anything
But everybody's singing
Good morning
All nite, all nite
Listening to the all nite
All nite radio
Milk And Honey
Welcome to the land of milk and honey
This is where your braves died to be free
Living in those days for love or money
Left your heart and soul at wounded knee
History and time are all you have now
You were free from sea to shining sea
But that's no matter to the folks who live here
You only ride your ponies on TV
We've got everything you'll ever need
We've got everything you'll ever need
Everything you'll ever need
America, America
America, America
All your pride was wasted ain't that funny
You never tried to bite the feeding hand
Welcome to this land of milk and honey
Where they keep you fenced on burning sand
War dance for the customers on fridays
Birthrights up for sale in tourist stores
Carved your land and faces on your mountains
Crazy horse can never tie the score
We've got everything you'll ever need
We've got everything you'll ever need
Everything you'll ever need
America, America
Whippin' Boy
Trains, running through the town
Missed my turn around
Trains, got to break away
Got to leave today
There's nothing gonna stop me
From running the tracks
You never saw me coming
And I ain't coming back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change
Strange, it's always been the same
It's never you to blame
Chains, drag me to the ground
But no one turns around
There's nothing gonna stop me
From running the tracks
You never saw me coming
And I ain't coming back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change
Names, numbers on your wall
But I'm not gonna fall
Games, I'm tired of playing clown
Another side show is leaving town
There's nothing gonna stop me
From running the tracks
You never saw me coming
And I ain't coming back
I've always been your whippin' boy
There's nothing gonna stop me
From running the tracks
You never saw me coming
And I ain't coming back
I've always been your whippin' boy
I think it's time for a change
Rain On The Window
Round about midnight
I feel the chill closing in
Living my stage fright
I need the sun to begin - tomorrow
Thinking 'bout my life
And all the changes she made
And when she went running out
All the colors fade - to midnight
What a bad week I've had
There's rain on the window
What a bad week I'm sad
There's rain on my window
Will I be staying
Or am I moving in
Am I still standing
I've gotta wait - she's choosing
What a bad week I've had
There's rain on the window
What a bad week I'm sad
There's rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
When the sun comes up
It dries that rain on the window
Backroom Boys
The backroom boys are playing real hard
There's a lot of money rolling on the next card
Some are going up some are going down
Some'll never make it to the next round
Stone me it don't come free
You gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy
They got--a room full of women
A table full of booze
Getting meaner with the dealer - 'cause he can't lose
Someone shouts out, "it's a goddamn shame"
The dealer's getting meaner with the cocaine
Stone me it don't come free
Gotta be a winner
If you wanna be a backroom boy
Can't stay home get uptown
Get your ear to the ground
If you wanna be a backroom boy
Up all night, playing it right
Backroom boys
Look in your eye, never say die
Backroom boys
The backroom boys are all the same
Even take your money when they play games
Take you when you're up, kick you when you're down
You'll always be a loser in their town
Why Don't You Read The Book
Don't talk to the pilot
When he's flying
Don't smile at the soldier
He's on parade
Don't come creeping round, you'll
Catch me crying
No more talking 'bout it
It's all been said
You drawn such a fine line baby
Learning all the rules
Why don't you read between them sometimes
You won't look such a fool
Why don't you read the book, why don't you read the book
Why don't you read the book, why don't you read the book
Why show all your aces
To the gambler
If he calls your hand
You're gonna lose
Don't trust first impressions
Of a stranger
Private information's
Just telling tales
You draw such a fine line baby
Learning all the rules
Why don't you read between them sometimes
You won't look such a fool
Why don't you read the book
I Ran
We made a promise
But what's the difference
Call me friend, what you calling for
You couldn't take me as I am
But that was only party chat... I ran
You asked me up here
You said it was "gear"
So Liverpool - but
We never understood the slang
We couldn't sing it like they sang
But that was carnaby excuses... I ran
Like rent-a-driver
Insurance freeway
You can never tell
You can only drive because experience
Turns the corner now
See what happens when you leave it
Call me baby, how our love grows
Supremely simple
Like baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Shine, shine shine
Don't call me shine
But there's no rhythm to your rhyme... I ran
Like rent-a-driver
Insurance freeway
You can never tell
You only drive because experience
Turns the corner now
See what happens when you
Break a promise
But what's the difference
Call me friend - what you calling for
You couldn't take me as I am
But that was only party chat... I ran
Rags To Riches
It's a sign of the times, standing in line
Quietly waiting to go out of your mind
There's nothing to say, no reason to stay
To fight for the right that they have taken away
Get what you get, not what you need
Time after time
Rags to riches, all fallen down
Rags to riches, tied up and bound
There's no going under
When you're kicked to the ground
Rags to riches..rags to riches
You're down on your knees, caught in the freeze
Crying inside but there's no easy release
Radical views--in yesterday news
Giving the reason with another excuse
Out on your own, cut to the bone
Time after time
Local Still
It's three o'clock in the morning
And they're saying you've had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You're a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it's friday night
It's party night for you
King George he sent the excise men
The yankee revenuers
It don't matter what they try
They'll never stop the brewing
Because a man will take a glass
To make his spirits fly
On a friday night
It's party night for you
They bring out laws and taxes
Try to cut you down
If you can't go to the corner bar
Then you'll go underground
So come on down to your local still
And buy yourself a thrill
On a friday night
It's party night for you
Whiskey the water of life
There's more to it than the pouring
Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow
And sent the music soaring
My old man and his old man
They knew what they were doing
Loving malt from the old land
And the corn from tennessee
If you're feeling lowdown
You don't need no pill
Come along and join the clan
Support your local still
You can win your bar-room blues
Find that hazy delight
On a friday night
It's party night for you
It's three o'clock in the morning
And they're saying you've had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You're a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it's friday night
It's party night for you.
Where Are You Now
Every single day
I think of the times
When you were still mine
And I'm blue
Got to get away
Get you out of my mind
I'm caught up in time
And I'm blue
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around
It would be alright
Living on my own
I know I'm to blame
I'm locked in my chains
And you're free
Fallen like a stone
I'm down on the ground
I'm tied up and bound
And you're free
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around it would be alright
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