Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse We're gonna have a real Good time Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows And that's for the people Who like to go down slow Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long Do it, honey, do it You gotta roll, roll, roll You gotta thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul You gotta beep a gunk a chucha Honk konk konk You gotta each you puna Each ya bop a luba Each yall bump a kechonk Ease sum konk Ya, ride Ashen lady, Ashen lady Give up your vows, give up your vows Save our city, save our city Right now Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, all night long
Can't you feel it, now that spring has come;
That it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun,
Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Waiting for you to come along;
Waiting for you to hear my song;
Waiting for you to come along;
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong.
This is the strangest life I've ever known.
[I really want you really do,
Really need you, baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?]
You make me real, you make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love. Make me free
[REF.]
You make me real, only you have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea,
Make me free, love, make me free.
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying rivers of weepin'
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine
She is the world
She is my girl.
La, la, la, la
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine
She is the world
She is my girl.
Yeah, Along came Mister Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship.
Come on, people, better climb on board;
Come on, baby, now we're going home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools,
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Yeah!
I've got three ships and sixteen men,
A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
Land ho!
Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill,
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five,
Gonna skin that litle girl alive.
If I get my hand on a number two,
Come back home and marry you,
marry you, marry you.
Alright!
Land ho!
I know ev'rything:
Ev'rything you do;
Ev'rywhere you go;
Ev'ryone you know.
I'm a spy, I know your deepest secret fear.
I know your deepest secret, I'm a spy
I can see what you do;
And I know.
Now they are wedded, she is a good girl
Naked as children out in a meadow,
Naked as children, wild as can be,
Soon to have offspring, start it all over
Start at all over
American boy, American girl,
Most beautiful people in the world!
Son of a frontier Indian Swirl,
Dancing through the midnight whirl-pool
Formless hope it can
continue a little while longer
Illegitimate son
Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Illegitimate son
Of a Rock n' Roll star.
Mom met dad in the back
Of a Rock n' Roll car.
Well, I'm an old blues man
And I think that you understand.
I've been singing the blues
Ever since the world began.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill.
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill.
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