The Steppes (Instrumental)
Time To Get Out
Find me ninety miles from Cuba
In a land that has no borders
If the bomb can do it for you
We refuse to take your orders
We remember what you taught us
Time to get out while you can
Twenty three and one half billion
Joints were smoked by lunchtime that Thursday
On the Steppes its not so easy
Vodka helps them sing much stronger
Place your bets which side lives longer
Time to get out while you can
Time to get out while you can
Time to get out while you can
Slogans (Instrumental)
Leaving
Endless fog and rain
Ground the plane
There an unshaved man
Was exchanged
Wonder if a cold grey sky they led me here to die
(You can telephone from here), when you wish
(Time to run away from here), won't be missed at all
Turn the snow to red
Someone fled
Tell the viewers were
You starved or fed?
Running wild a hunted deer, her eyes were filled with fear
(People dream in colour here), so they said
(Shine your shoes from ear to to ear), right or left the west
Two Vamps As Guest (Instrumental)
Jacuzzi (Instrumental)
Hammer In The Sand (Instrumental)
The Toast
Round and round and up and down
Round and round and up and down
Drinking all the wine we found
Not so easy to remain
Steady
Happy
Round and round and up and down
Round and round and up and down
Drinking all the wine we found
Not so easy to remain
Steady
Happy
Say it soft and say it slow
Tell me what I want to know
Pour it till it overflows
Love may come and love may go
Such a
Pity
The Show
Yes I'm such a simple man
Just put me on the flight
Every day's another place
Playing into the night
And you can't unwind
You're wrecked before the show
Everything's fine when
You feel that Johnny go go go - go go
Will you play tonight for me?
Promise I'll do my best
Yes, rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less
And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys
Will you play tonight for me?
Promise I'll do my best
Yes, rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less
And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys
Or boys
Sentimental Institution
Well, I'll tell you a story
'Bout a girl who came my way
We upped and married
Three kids a dog in Sante Fe
Now she's gone, I'm by myself
I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
I'm gonna pack
Pack all my little blues away
But I didn't stay left on the shelf
Mrs. Johnson from Wisconsin
She's a widow, plain to see
And Minnesota from Dakota
Likes the way I make her tea
Sweet as candy
I'm gonna join
A sentimental institution
No one to stop me
From playing Benny Goodman all day
So if you want romance
Just step my way
The band starts to play
I can thrill her with Glenn Miller
Or a song from Louis Armstrong
With Jim Dorsey or Arty Shaw
Know this magic can't go wrong
Old and lovely, she's so wealthy
But so ugly, I've gone crazy
Someone help me, do