Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
Silently for me
In violent times
You shouldn’t have to sell your soul
In black and white
They really really ought to know
Those one track minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn’t have to jump for joy
You shouldn’t have to shout for joy
Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you
Come on
And when you’ve taken down your guard
If I could change your mind
I’d really love to break your heart
I’d really love to break your heart
I wanna push you around, well I will, I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted
Well I will
She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me
Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is
Gonna hurt ya
And I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me
You couldn’t stand to be near me
When my face don’t seem to want to shine
Cuz it’s a little bit dirty well
You know I’ve smoked a lot of grass
O’ Lord, I’ve popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin’
That my spirit could kill
You know, I’ve seen a lot of people walkin’ 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don’t care
Ah, if you live or if you die
God damn, The Pusher
God damn, I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man
Well, it’s a Sammy Hagar weekend
It’s a Sammy Hagar state of mind
It’s a Sammy Hagar weekend
It’s a Sammy Hagar way of life
We’re gonna drink some beer, smoke some pot, snort some coke
And then drive … drive over 55.
'Cause it’s a Sammy Hagar weekend – it’s a big man’s day
We got our Metallica T-shirts
Got a little tiny baby mustache
Got a jacked-up Camaro
We’re sittin’ in the parking lot at Anaheim Stadium
Drinkin’ beer, smokin’ pot, snortin’ coke
And then we drive … drive over 55.
Cuz it’s a Sammy Hagar weekend – well, it’s a big man’s day
They say I’m crazy but I have a good time
I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life’s been good to me so far
My Maserati
Does one eighty-five
I lost my license
Now I don’t drive
I have a limo
Ride in the back
I lock the doors
In case I’m attacked
I got a Maserati G.T.
With snakeskin upholstery
I got a charge account at Goldblatt’s
But I ain’t got you
I got a closet full of clothes
But no matter where it goes
It keeps a ring in the nose
But I ain’t got you
I got a tavern and a liquor store
I play the numbers, yeah, 4-4-4
I got a mojo, yeah, don’t you know
I’m all dressed up with no place to go
I got women to the right of me
I got women to the left of me
I got women all around me
But I ain’t got you…no, I ain’t got you
Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge…
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I’ve got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside
Dead Man’s Curve, it’s no place to play
Dead Man’s Curve, you best keep away
Dead Man’s Curve, I can hear 'em say
Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o’day in a boozing ken
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo ho, heave ho
There are men whose hearts as as black as coal
Yo ho, heave ho
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
A blood-thirsty captain and a cutthroat crew
It’s as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo ho heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo ho heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate.
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight!
A piece of eight!
A piece of eight!
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed.
The magical mystery tour is coming to take you away,
Coming to take you away, take you today.
I don’t care where we go
I don’t care what we do
I don’t care pretty baby
Just take me with u
Just take me with u
Oh won’t u take me with u
Honey take me with u
Take me along if you love-a me,
Take me along.
Take me along with you!
My heart will sing
Fast and jubilant,
Loud, if you will just
Take me along with you.
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Can you take with you?
Oh, where have you been,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been,
Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife,
She’s the joy of my life,
She’s a young thing
And cannot leave her mother.
Mother
Tell your children not to walk my way
Tell your children not to hear my words
What they mean, what they say
Mother
Mother, can you keep them in the dark for life?
Can you hide them from the waiting world
Oh mother
Father, gonna take you daughter out tonight
Gonna show her my world
Oh father
Not about to see your light
But if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it’s like
Till you’re bleeding
Not about to see your light
And if you wanna find hell with me
I can show you what it’s like
Well the telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
Telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is screaming,
Won’t she leave me alone?
The telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone?
Well every girl that I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Well I hear my mother calling,
But I don’t need her as a friend.
Well every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end.
Mother do you think she’s good enough, for me?
Mother do you think she’s dangerous, to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooh ah,
Mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby don’t you cry.
Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama won’t let anyone dirty get through.
Mama’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you’ve been.
Mama’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby, oooh baby, oooh baby,
You’ll always be baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?