I have legalized robbery, called it belief
I have a-run with the money, I have hid like a thief
Re-written history with my armies and my crooks
Invented memories, I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man’s too big
The man’s too strong
You got me working boss man, a workin’ around the clock,
I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won’t let me stop.
Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call?
You ain’t so big, you just tall, that’s just about all.
Well, forty days, and nights at sea
Pay me my money down
That captain worked every last dollar outta me
Pay me my money down
Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small?
Be thankful I don’t take it all
'Cause I’m the taxman
Yeah, I’m the taxman
Hey Nineteen
No, we can’t dance together
We can’t dance together
No, we can’t talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be
Inside her there’s longing, this girl’s an open page
Bookmarking, she’s so close now
This girl is half his age
Don’t stand, don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me
Then the teacher told me
It had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket
And all that I had done
Hey man, what’s the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can’t seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind
… I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
… But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
the fat cat smiles
the contract signed
he can be proud
the church agrees
his private army
will be used to stop the crowd
there’s a peaceful protest
gathering the faithful
in the public square
they’ll get beaten battered and
abused cuz they see god everywhere
birds stop singin
in the middle of the day
when god and the devil shake hands
So now as I’m leavin’, I’m weary as hell
The confusion I’m feelin’ ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head, and they fall to the floor
That if God’s on our side, he’ll stop the next war
Well, it’s one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don’t know and don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
They send you down to war
And when you ask 'em, “How much should we give?”
They only answer, “More, more, more”
Last night, a little dancer a-came dancin’ to my door
Last night, a little angel came pumpin’ on my floor
She said, “A-come, baby, you got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above,” because
In the midnight hour, she cried, “More, more, more”
With a rebel yell, she cried, “More, more, more,” wow!
In the midnight hour, babe, “More, more, more”
With a rebel yell, “More, more, more
More, more, more”
(More, more, more) how do you like it? How do you like it?
(More, more, more) how do you like it? How do you like it?
(More, more, more) how do you like it? How do you like it?
Some people get by with a little understanding
Some people get by with a whole lot more
Oh, I don’t know why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
I WANT MORE!
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(And I need all the love that I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)
Well, I never kept a dollar past sunset
It always burned a hole in my pants
Never made a school mama happy
Never blew a second chance, oh no
I need a love to keep me happy
I need a love to keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Baby, baby keep me happy
Every day of the week
We would visit the store
All the beautiful things you see
Would soon be yours
Cuz money burns a hole in my pocket
So I’m bringing your perfume and candy and roses of red
And wishing they were diamonds instead
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Diamonds
Diamonds
I don’t mean rhinestones
But diamonds are a girl’s best…
Best friend
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid