Got an urge, got a surge and it’s out of control
Got an urge, I wanna purge 'cause I’m losing control
Uncontrollable urge, I wanna tell you all about it
Got an uncontrollable urge, make me scream and shout it
He’s got an uncontrollable urge (I’ve got an uncontrollable…)
Sitting here in my mean machine - I’m ready to explode
Looking out of my helmet at the faces
I been wondering all night long - If I will live or die
Yeah, it’s always the same before the races
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
Two cool shorts standin’ side by side
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
A revin’ up our engines and it sounds real mean
Nobody gonna take my car, I’m gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car, it’s gonna break the speed of sound
Ooh, it’s a killing machine, it’s got everything
Like a driving power, big fat tires and everything
I love it, and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it’s a wild hurricane
All right, hold tight, I’m a highway star
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
His name was Rico
He wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit to far
Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening
But the fought with expert timing
Blood and corruption, hideous crimes
Lying leaders, controlling our minds
Cloak and dagger, conspiracy of hate
Oh hear the cry before it’s too late
We are fighting for the Earth
We are fighting for the Earth
A war’s being waged and the world’s just a stage (in this city)
The real estate’s prime, the number plates rhyme (liquidity)
Wear a gun and be proud, but bare breasts aren’t allowed (in this city)
Dream up a scam and then rake in the clams (liquidity)
It’s neither here nor there
North and south and east and west
It oughta be somewhere
North and south and east and west
East, south, west, north.
Shred the atlas, burn the map.
Often lost and path criss-crossed.
Wake me up, I need a nap.
Wake me up before you go go
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo yo
Wake me up before you go go
I don’t want to miss it when you hit that high
You pack up your boots and blue jeans and your records and your pride,
And you tell yourself you ventured and you tell yourself you tried.
And it’s back to the surly doormen and the canopies you go.
And the buses seem to chuckle and the towers seem to crow:
“We told you so.”
West End Avenue,
Find me a golden cage to perch in.
West End Avenue,
Open your arms to one more urchin
Who’s crawlin’ back to mama’s den.
West End Avenue,
You win again!
She’s only a bird in a gilded cage
A pitiful sight to see
Stalactites, stalagmites, shut me in, lock me tight
Lips are dry, throat is dry, feel like burning, stomach churning
I’m dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage…get me out of this cage!
Spinning, whirling
Still descending
Like a spiral sea
Unending
I look out the window
The rain keeps on falling forever
Do you remember
The last time we looked at the sun
Shiva descending
And who’ll ever know how she comes
No you cannot kill the time
You will not have to choose
And then you’ll have to pay your dues
You don’t care about the pain
You will survive the day
And speak the Thousand Names of God
All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
'Cause I haven’t got time for the pain
I haven’t got room for the pain
I haven’t the need for the pain
Not since I’ve known you
We are not to blame
In seeing love is pain
We are not ashamed
To say that love is pain
And we’ll do it again
In the mornin’ you go gunnin’ for the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin’ as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn’t hangin’ and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin’ 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again