Oh! You Pretty Things
Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane
Let me say it again
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior
Pretty woman look my way
Pretty woman say you’ll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I’ll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight
Come with me
I will take you down to the very depths of your soul
And I’ll make you burn
See you, see you in hell
See you, see you in hell
I am the god of hellfire,
And I bring you Fire!
What if no one’s calling
God then must be falling
God only knows, God makes his plan
The information’s not available to the mortal man
We work at our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we’re gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away
If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And…
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water.
And he spent a long time watching
From a lonely wooden tower.
Drop kick me, Jesus through the goal posts of life
Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
Make me a piece in your master game plan
Free from the earthly temptations below
I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe
I’ve got the brains, you’ve got the looks
Let’s make lots of money
You’ve got the brawn, I’ve got the brains
Let’s make lots of money
We’re in the money,
We’re in the money;
We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along!
Painted lies on painted lips
That promise heaven tastes like this
I don’t believe that I believed in you
All that money wants
Oh, sweet painted lady
Seems it’s always been the same
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that’s the name of the game
Let her blow, let her blow
Long and loud and hard and happy, let her blow
No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid
Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow
Into sight 60,000 years of light
Fascination with a mountain put to sea
Built to slay and conquer
All with teeth of beasts
We are free now, we can kill now,
We can hate now, now we can end the world
We’re not guilty, he was crazy
And it’s been going on for ten thousand years!
Oh I marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
A young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain’t marchin’ anymore
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.
The bloody cops are bloody keen to bloody keep it bloody clean
The bloody chief’s a bloody swine who bloody draws a bloody line
At bloody fun and bloody games the bloody kids he bloody blames
Are nowhere to be bloody found anywhere in chicken town
There was blood on the saddle
And blood all around
And a great big puddle
Of blood on the ground