A hundred tires piled high Atomic neighbors to the sky Pieces of metal, bits and scraps A hundred tires, you talkin' crap A hundred tires, don't talk
Queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere. Drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where. A journey into depths of the long lost empire, the landscapes
Live in my house, I'll be your shelter Just pay me back With one thousand kisses Be my lover and I'll cover you, yeah Open your door, I'll be your tenant
Every time I go downtown I think I might find you around. I take your picture just in case, anybody's seen- A girl who's had her better days, just like
Burn your countries flags Fuck your patriotic pride Fuck the politicians and the shit they try to hide They make you pay their taxes and they make you
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me Israelites Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every
A wise man keepeth his life And the life of his wives and kin A wise man keepeth his life And the life of his wives and kin Take the tip from me, yeah
Papa, papa, papa Do not lick me with that Mama, mama, mama It licked too hot I've got the flipping hiccups, mama I've got the flipping hiccups, papa
Get up Edina Get up Edina, a let me tell you now Get up Edina Get up Edina, girl I said to get up Edina I said to get up Edina, girl I send you a school
I put my money into a condense can You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man Come here, pickney gal, come here Where you think you're running to? I said
Mother young gal Oh, oh, oh Hold yu belly Wha' mek yu fool and lamp me Wha' mek yu fool and lamp me "Come into me parlor" Said the spider to the fly
Sweet music The sound of freedom Sweet music The sound of freedom Well the time has come For us to co-operate The time has come For us to live in unity
Honor your mother and your father That your days may be long on the land Children, obey your parents and the law This is the law of the prophets Honor
Skinheads, all you skinheads Come on let's move and groove on You all hypocrite, you all hippopotamus You all hypocrite, you You all hypocrite, you all
There was a song we used to sing Whenever this life get us down Then it would give us hope again Help pull ourselves up from the ground My body is achin
It came to pass Like lightening striking from above Electric flash Just like lightening striking from above Struck by precious love Precious, precious
Boring through the mountains by-passing the towns Interstate 90 is a sight to behold But that monument to progress and engineering skill Has covered up
(andrew lloyd webber/ jim steinman) Producer for bonnie: jim steinman Recorded in 1998 as part of the 'songs from whistle down the wind' project. the