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HOTWIRED HEADS - UNFORGETTABLE NIGHTS...WE CAN'T REMEMBER (CD) |  | |||
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Tracklist
1. These boots We're Made For Kickin' 2. Oaxaca Rythm'n'booze 3. Joke 4. The Good, The Bad, The Randy 5. Shark Biscuit 6. Tijuana farmer 7. Three Feet 8. Private Eye 9. Ming Vase Baseball 10. Sale 11. Waster 12. Good Times 13. Rock Bottom Blues 14. Double Six 15. Bonafide Bonehead 16. Ahimsa Baby 17. 2nd Of August  the lyrics |
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1. THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR KICKIN'
Count us in now hit that drum
Crank it up louder make my mind hum
A shot of Jack to ease the nerves
No longer uptight
Shut the doors straighten the curves
Turn on the night
Yeah, uhuh!
You don't have to teach us how
Yeah, uhuh!
Do it right here, do it right now
Plug us in now hit that string
This is a long term love not some casual fling
Well it's a hard hittin´ high
It's what we need to get by
Give a shout, sweat it out
Drown all doubt
Yeah, ok!
Just stand back we know the way
Yeah, uhuh!
Do it right here, do it right now
In the noise with the beer we're at home, alight
In the smoke and the brawl we feel alright
These boots we're made for kickin'
And that's just what they'll do
Some day these 'ol boots
are gonna kick your booty too
Yeah, ok!
Just stand back we know the way
Yeah, my friend!
Do it right here, c c come again
Yeah, uhuh!
You don't have to teach us how
Yeah, uhuh!
Do it right here, do it right now
2. OAXACA RYTHM 'N' BOOZE
Waking up on the bathroom floor
Saturday morn' a head so sore,
Rooms a-spinning I'm still drunk
Find some cold pizza I rip me a chunk
In dirty jeans and a rock'n'roll T
Suns rays bends away from the shadow that's me
Pull into the street, get our wheels, let's go
Hit the road, floor the gas
crank the blaster, rock your ass
wind in hair, do the backseat hop
Wallo, get the mirror and a blade to chop
Time eats our future and digest it to a shitty past
I ask it to wait but it won't stop to make it last
It shuffels on, way too fast
Hell yeah, ooh no?
- Catch up to speed, you're to slow
The bag, the key
- Don't take it all, bring it here to me
Lay it down, stand up straight
It used to be simple to fuck fate
Drank enough to kill a horse
We've come too far to feel remorse
Get out, c'mon blokes
- a case of beer and a pack o' smokes
Swim on, steady strokes
- you don't laugh, I crack bad jokes
Watch it, unfold
- puff some Acapulco gold
Knock knock knock, you cold
- rush of blood, now get a hold
3. JOKE
She says, we both know love's a joke
Self occupied intentions lurk in holy smoke
So cut the crap and let's swap spit
Keep it real, loose that hippie shit
Yeah, you know were bound to fuck up
Disillusioned, out of luck
Baggage 'nuff to fill a truck
Unrequited 'n stuck
Live alone or live a lie
Born to booze, live to die
Get past the past, deny denial
Your self respect is up on trial
Yeah, cum on now join the "fun"
Sittin´ home ain't a-gettin' you nun
Yeah now, cut to the chase
You hopeless case
Here we go, go again
- Startin' somethin' we know how it will end
Here we go, go again
- Rules and ethics we've learned to bend
Been through it all a 1000 times before
Shit turns wrong and you're out the door
Wardrobe full o' Cinderella shoes
Nuthin' fits, got me the misfit blues
Yeah, settle for some company
Talk is cheap but love's not free
Battered soul tired eyes
So stuffed with lies
Here we go, Play your role
- Like walking on burning cole
Here we go, crash and burn
- A funeral pyre, ashes of what you learn
4. THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE RANDY
By being ugly, we make you look good
We screw up so you feel you do as you should
We've given up, you can have our hope
You life's ahead, we're at the end of our rope
We just kick back and revolve around the sun
Moonshine drinkin', foul stinkin'
The good, the bad, the Randy on your trail
What's it matter who's worse or better?
We're raw-boned you're so refined
We're pig-skinned with a dirty mind
You're austere we're loose and slack
Bonafide boneheads got a long way back
We just kick back…
(alt. verse)
We're born to loose, you're out to lunch
You've got it made, we're on Flag Punsch
Your life's ahead, we're at the end of our tether
And we're nasty as Swedish weather
5. SHARK BISCUIT
I was sitting down by the beach
Saw this guy, his hair filled with bleach
All new gear that money could buy
Just like a Japanese guy
A scornful frown at me and my board
I know it's old but it's what I can afford
Time to hit it, you sneak out on my tail
But I just wish you would bail
'cause you don't have a clue and you're gonna fail
Shark biscuit
-you're gonna get hit
sucked over the falls
-right into the pit
in my way
-Yeah, that's where you sit
strike a pose on the beach
-Yeah, you're really hot shit
Nice reef-tattoo! tell me is it new?
I saw your eyes when the big sets came through
Trembling in panic paddling frantic to flee
In hope that no one would see
That you're the kook of the spot and just a wannabe
Shark biscuit
-you're gonna get hit
sucked over the falls
-right into the pit
in my way
-Yeah, that's where you sit
strike a pose on the beach
-Yeah, you're really hot shit
6. TIJUANA FARMER
Just one mind to make up
But just, fickle thoughts that take up
All my, time and hence I end up
Reeling, drowning in doubt
Just one mind to make up
But that's hard enough to take up
All my time and hence I end up
Wavering, loosing the groove
Maybe I ought to be on the move
Move to Tijuana
Grow some…flowers
Do just what I wanna
I think I'm just gonna…Go
Got no mind to make up
'cause I lost it trying to live up
to all shit that people make up
bullets killing all lust
Got no mind to make up
'cause I'm just too tired to wake up
to all shit that people fake up
so I'm loosing my groove
But I've got nothing to prove
Ought to move to Tijuana
Grow some…flowers
Do just what I wanna
Think I'm just gonna…Go
7. THREE FEET
No place to breathe, no place to stand
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
No place to start, no place to land
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
No time to rest, no time to leave
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
Trying to trust, not to deceive
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
Got to keep my secret
Got to keep my secret
No space for words, no space for me
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
A place to become, but no place to be
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
No time to rest, no time to leave
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
Trying to trust, not to deceive
Got to keep moving Got to keep moving
Got to keep my secret
Got to keep my secret
But no one ever said it's easy
Keeping the distance yet to be
Taking only what you need
And keep giving what you can
8. 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
So I'm just stuck on this shit assignment
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?
9. MING VASE BASEBALL
This is a sport with no rules
Contestants all fools
In this domestic coliseum
No one wins
One wrong word one move
Breaks the thin ice
One wrong glance
Rolls the dice
Here we go again
My once so special friend
Voluntary torture
Will it ever end?
Honesty utopia falls apart
Kryptonite for the heart
Trust cracks like a mirror
Beyond repair
Fueled up by frustration
Eyes burning like fire
Accumulated irritation
Erupting violently
You hide things I don't wanna know
Things I'd die if you show
It's not really hunky dory here
As plates and glass soars through the air
Join me, for a round
Of Ming vase baseball
A smash hit, holy shit
Unholy war
Something snapped and there's no way back
To mend the crack
Used up bodies and battered souls
Can't take no more
Cupid's aiming like an ol' drunk
That bow misfires
Into veins with emotional junk
Fucking it up
Join me, for a round
Of Ming vase baseball
Could we agree, that this suck
Was it all worth
A petty make up fuck?
10. 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 yellow 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 honour 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
11. 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
12. GOOD TIMES
Broken, worn down, oh so tired again
Over the hill, burnt out, don't know where I'm goin'
And I don't have a clue, or give a rats ass, of where I've been
Junk food dinner in my car
Get it down fast then inhale some tar
Pacing from A to B, fuck it! I can't be
Hang in there, fight it
Keep going just another day
Somehow, got to find a way
Good times don't come easy
Good times don't come cheap
Need more and more to break the bore
It's all sowing yet nothing to reap
Run another mile in the hamster wheel
Sold my life, cut another bad deal
Repressed what I really need forgot what I want
Time's a joker, time's a thief
Made me slave and itself chief
And I don't like what I see that it's doin' to me
Never doing, what I should
Then taking shortcuts to feeling good
Feeding off the chemical muse
Gettin ' stuck with the detox blues
Good times don't come easy
Good times don't come cheap
Muddled mind, can't get no sleep
Counting black goats instead of sheep
March on in the knee deep mud
Smile at your friends in this pre-corpse club
Nerves worn out with hammering pain
Will power rotting in a wasted brain
Good times don't come easy
Good times don't come cheap
and it's too late to die young my friend
we've gotta ride it 'til the end
13. ROCK BOTTOM BLUES
Got a skeleton dressed with flesh
Flesh full o' polluted blood
Got a head full o bad ideas
With no clue of consequence
Got a war with boredom everyday
Heaps to solve, but no time
Got a fistful of frustration
Don't even know what to shake it at
Spending life times running away from the womb
Failed tries lie in tomb after tomb
oblivious of what experiences tell
I head straight into hell
Mood swings from pole to pole
If you choose to tag along
Walking circles, getting' nowhere near
Yield to impulse and to fear
Decapitated angels fly astray
Blind like bats, crash to the ground
My spirit hovers, passive above my head
Abiding time until I 'm dead…again
Every day is a hammer and we are but nails
Inch by inch hit to the ground
Your walls crumble and fall and before you know
You're weak enough to go
Come on and do it
-Fix me up, shoot it in
yeah, let's get to it
Bad blood, bad blood
14. DOUBLE SIX
Enter the realm where daylight never shine
The moon's on the rise and moral's in decline
Neon signs, a pagan temple, come on tune in
Made up faces, waxed black hair, bare skin
Young blood, Asian dreams, Porn style sweet smile
Sparkle, burn, burn to shine
Youth's for consumption, just a lucrative commodity
Unquenchable thirst, a demand a bit sad to see
Super fashioned cats, empresses of the floor
magnets of desire, leaving a taste of wanting more
Juices flowing, joints a-glowing,
Trance pumping, all through the night
Are you, Of this world
Faces like Dali-art, space-eyes glow in the dark
Hey girl, What are you on?
A body present but a mind... long way gone
Burning, midnight oil
Some spinny shit, and we can't snap out of it
Feed the flame, it's a wicked game
All showing off tryin' to carve out their name
All this surface, is it even worth to scratch?
You'll never level with that image you're trying to match
Is it life that hides there deep behind your naive eyes?
Will you ever know all these years, the dirty road, the prize
Ballroom buzz, angel or beast? burning youth, magnesium flames
Are you...
15. 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…
16. AHIMSA BABY
Supreme race, the worst seed
Fuck with the genepool to snatch what you need
Mutated life, conscious minds spilled
Waiting in line to get efficiently killed
Barbaric misers, won’t admit you’ve failed
Now tell me where this karmic wheel derailed?
Luke is lucky Luke is lucky
Lucky he ain’t a chicken in Kentucky
Or an unholy cow, unholy cow
Dropped from a crane from 40 feet above
Said no, hell-o! That ain’t a way-to-go
Like having your kids being brought up on deathrow
Know what I’m sayin’
What you gonna choose ’s what you gonna be
Blood on yer hands won’t set you free
We’re the snakes in this paradise
Outsmart ourselves and call it wise
Lambs aren’t silent, Lambs aren’t silent
They’re fueling up and ’r bout to get violent
Hens in narrow cage, narrow cage
Picking at each other, breeding rage
Said hey, Ho! You turn your head and go
Dignity’s just a stick in the wheel of cashflow
Know what I’m sayin’
What you gonna choose ’s what you gonna be
Blood on yer hands won’t set you free
Yeah, redneck Luke is one lucky fuck
But he says he doesn’t believe in luck
17. 2ND OF AUGUST
Woke up in Sligo eyes all red
a bad hang over and a pounding head
packed my bags, hopped the mornin bus
got to Dublin without too much fuzz
Sat down by the canal, had some Rye
met Rita hello-goodbye
came alive as I drained the quart
got my ass over to the airport
airborn, free wine
passed out in that seat of mine
smelling of stale sweat
urine and cheap wine
Got off at Kastrup and hit the park
in summer sun still long before dark
got a case of Tuborg green
joined with Nikki and Christine
Back to the plane to take me home
to the solid ground of ol’ Stockholm
touched down, got to my shack
all a mess but it felt good to be back
Called Pete,went straight to K
a bad habit hard to break
hung out, met Randy A
Meadowmountain brought a fatass J
Not quite being in clover
That’s alright, I only drink when I’m really hung over!
Always end up here, is it our fate?
Knock yourself out, knock yourself out
An elysium for the reprobate
Knock yourself out, knock yourself out
Eighties metal, cheap beer, ok!?
Knock yourself out, knock yourself out
No bouncer can keep us away
Knock yourself out, knock yourself out
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