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HOTWIRED HEADS - MORROCK 'N' ROLL (CD) |   | |||
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Tracklist
1. Private Eye 2. Racetrack Rabbit 3. Bonafide Bonehead 4. Lemmy 5. THC 6. Sale 7. Waster 8. Ain't got no Rocket  les paroles |
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1. PRIVATE EYE
My eyes were red and my shoes were old
Too many missing parts in the stories told
A dirty man, behind a dirty office desk
Dirty deeds filthy lowlife picturesque
Nearly put out of biz, they say I got no class
Nobody would hire a dick dumb as an ass
And I’m tired like a motherfucker
Those blue angel eyes tell ‘em white lies
Use me up to hang with ‘em barflies
I need another round, keep’ put it on my tab
Drinks still go down but it’s all had
A Private eye inside a public lie
Got my ass on the line to catch your fingers in the pie
Got a hunch but still not a clue and now time is due
Living hand to mouth
This shit got me so strung out
I’ll call and quit I can’t stand this shit
Out of money, out of luck
I’m a miserable fuck
Reek of liquor, I’m a lean shitkicker
Makin’ a hard buck
On a tail job through dim alleys after dark
The long arm of the outlaw’s no walk in the park
Got the gun, got the shakes, but have I what it takes?
Should I forge ahead or just pull the breaks?
2. RACETRACK RABBITS
I got home one night strung out as hell
Popped a beer and hit the couch
Grabbed the remote and tried to find
Somethin’ worth while to stimulate my mind
But channel surfin’ just made me sad
All that crap’s just too bad
So many with so little to say
Persistent elbows fighting their way
Empty cans rattle and hum
Louder than life ‘til ears go numb
Omnipresent BS drowns us
It’s everywhere we look
Prime time poseurs
Bitchin’ and whining like kids
Trailer trash sellin’ their friends on TV
For some quick cash and a ticket to NYC
Stone age suckers ‘n’ desperate fuckers, no please!
They spread like a disease
Don’t wanna see them Racetrack rabbits
Chasing carrots round their track
Loudmouth losers and self righteous users
Claiming it’s for real, but that’s not the deal
So many babble with nothin’ to say
Tellin’ nothin' in a million ways
Fuck, this shit is makin’ me tired
Y’all folks thinkin’ you got it all wired
But not one iota of sense seems to be pumpin’ trough your veins
Standard tattoos, piercings and a tan
Selling their silicone soul for a five minute fame span
Tits an’ ass, wannabe tabloid queen
Reality show star strippin’ in men’s magazine
Camera chameleons, lens lice, abnormality’s come far
3. BONAFIDE BONEHEAD
Hey buddy who’re you doin’ it for?
If you don’t like it you can walk out the door
Take back your time, it’s not a crime
To use it like you wanna, be it on your own dime
You bust your ass but does someone say thanks?
Your boss is laughin’ all the way to the bank
It’s time to quit, not give a shit
To break the chains and snap out of it
You lost track of your will since you don’t know when
Try to change but you fuck yourself over again
Over and over again
It’s a long way back
When you’re off the track
It’s a long way back
You’re a Bonafide Bonehead
It’s a long way back
Now I’m tired of your whining so stop this shit ‘n’ cut me some slack
Whatever happened to your rock’n’roll?
You’re a dog now, you sold your soul
Eaten alive, lost in their jive
A stream o’ bullshit from 8 to 5
Who earned the right to tell you you’re wrong
Who got you singing this chaingang song
Learned the drill, pawned your free will
All worn out got no time to chill
You stand and mourn at the grave what you could’ve been
But take it from Orpheus: lookin’ back is a sin
So let’s just go for a spin
It’s a long way back…
4. LEMMY
Waiting for another payday
Everybody’s howlin’ May-day!
Wading through stacks of bills to pay
All green is gone, and you can’t get it on
Ever caught yoself with them white lies
“Just need somethin’ for basic supplies”
Holes in da pockets, yo’ money flies
Your fingers’ burn but still you never learn
But it’s o.k. cause all the best things are for free
It’s just a drag that I’ve forgot what they might be
Pour me a drink now let me think
Hey brother let’s try and get on by
Get on geton geton geton…
Lemmy some dough ’til payday
All mine’s disappeared in some way
Still crave for ‘em beers so whad’ya say
If you got a connection then, let’s go, bring it on
Y’know I’m just another airhead
Don’t deserve much plannin’ cred
But I’m so bored I’d rather be dead
C’mon break the spell and kick me out of this hell
Lemmy some- cut me some slack
Lemmy some- yeah, I’ll pay you back
Lemmy some- what’s yours is mine
Lemmy some- so let’s roll and have a helluva time…
5. THC (TAGHAZOUT HIGH CHANT)
Bubbles in the water that cool the smoke
Fill our lungs, crack a bad joke
Hey, Johnny U, have one more joint
Chill a while then hit H-point
Ride some rights then drift along
Down to Panoramas when the rip gets strong
Detached from the ground liquid hovering free
Flowing in a sea of possibility
Out on the road, miles fly by
Goats in the trees, Moroccan blue sky
Marrakech market found our H2O pipe
Better use it or loose it while da grass is ripe
Down to Sidi Kaoki found a living room heaven
The manager smokin’ pot 24-7
We’re on a Hendrix groove, down Cap Sim
Stare into the sun, my eyes grew dim
Inanimate things now all glow with life
Immersed in da Ocean better make her my wife
Out on our sticks, waves roll by
Edge of the earth, Moroccan blue sky
Glide…(Let it) slide
Just ride…Confide…
Liming is an art and now we’re tryin’ to perfect it
Tune in and turn on to the flow you’d better go with it
Pop a Stork, light yo spliff, time for chillin’
Up on our terrace, just goofin’ and illin’
In the afternoon sun, got that laid back vibe
Swell pumpin’ in, watchin’ the wave ridin’ tribe
From high up above, views all over town
Evening session comin’ up, yo! it’s time to go down
6. SALE
Climbing the walls
Stumbling through the halls
Labyrinths of everyday existence
You get thrown down in a hole
Where they amputate your soul
Tell you, this ain’t darkness, it’s the light of day
We’re all hookers just of different kinds
Some sell bodies, some sell weakened minds
Different names, same shit
Nice titles, so full of it
A crime scene of self-rape, sealed off with red tape
Turn away your eyes
Bend your neck and spread your thighs
Prepare to get fucked by your own chosen industry
We’re all hookers it’s just a matter of price
But some we honor and some we criminalize
And you can say what you want
But you don’t
And I’m no shit starter so I won’t
You can do what you want
But you don’t
And I’m no shit starter so I won’t
7. WASTER
Before you wasted my time
I didn’t know I had any
Before you wasted my time
I didn’t know, didn’t know
Before you wasted my time
I didn’t know I had any
Before you wasted my time
I didn’t know, didn’t know
You’re more full of shit than a septic tank
And you’re robbing time from my bank
Just ‘ol second hand jive
You keep throwing in my face
Just ‘ol second hand jive
Your throwing up, throwing up
Just ‘ol second hand jive
You keep throwing in my face
Just ‘ol second hand jive
Your throwing up, throwing up
If you’re not gone soon
I’ll cut of your Johnson
8. AIN'T GOT NO ROCKET
(No lyrics available)
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