Contortionists are caught up in the camera’s eye
The music explodes and the bodies fly
They’re rating it a ten before they drop and die
“It had a good beat!” was their very last cry
Dance…stop
Dance…stop
I can’t stop, dance stop, can’t stop, dance stop
STOP!!!
Living in a fish eye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend
Something’s coming closer, I can only stare
The scream of silence fills the air
I was not a victim of the games of all my friends
Now I find myself behind the eye of the lens
You oughta be in pictures,
You’re wonderful to see,
You oughta be in pictures,
Oh what a hit you would be!
They’re gonna put me in the movies
They’re gonna make a big star out of me
We’ll make a film about a man who’s sad and lonely
And all I gotta do is act naturally
Gloom, Despair, Agony on me;
Deep, Dark, Depression, excessive misery! (Ohhhh!)
If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all, (ohhhhh!)
Glooom, Despair, and Agony on me……
She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what’s making you sad, Li?
Open your door, don’t hide in the dark.
You’re lost in the dark, you can trust me.
'Cause you know that’s how it must be.
Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.
Life isn’t easy from the singular side
Down in the hole, some emotions are hard to hide
It’s your decision, it’s a chance that you take
It’s on your head, it’s a habit that’s hard to break
Do you need a friend
Would you tell no lies
Would you take me in
Are you lonely in the dark
Are you there?
Is it wonderful to know?
All the ghosts…
All the ghosts…
Freak my selfish out
My mind is happy
Need to learn to let it go
I know you’d do no harm to me
With 'er 'ead tucked underneath 'er arm
She waaaaalks the Bloody Tower
With 'er 'ead tucked underneath 'er arm
At the midnight hour.
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Then I’m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart still beating, still beating
Breaking out of my body and flying away like a bat out of Hell
I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives
Nobody’s putting up a fight
I got my bell, I’m gonna take you to hell
I’m gonna get you, Satan get you
Hell’s bells
Yeah, hell’s bells
You got me ringing hell’s bells
My temperature’s high, hell’s bells
Can I make you an offer? You can’t refuse
I kept my eyes on you 'cause I tell you that you lose
And you can come with me to a place you’ll know so well
I will take you to the very gates of Hell
See you in Hell, my friend
See you in Hell, my friend
See you in Hell, my friend
I’ll see you in Hell
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
Hey now, hey now now, sing This Corrosion to me
There’s freedom within~There’s freedom without~Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup~There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost~But you’ll never see the end of the road when you’re traveling with me~Hey now,hey now don’t dream it’s over~Hey now, hey now when the world comes in~They come, they come~To build a wall between us~We know they won’t win
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
And I can’t stand up, and I can’t sit down
Cause a great big problem’s stopped me in my tracks
I can’t relax cause I haven’t done a thing
And I can’t do a thing cause I can’t relax
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day
Independence Day
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town,
To see the young girls and their lovers.
And my mind is afire, it’s alive with desire,
Christ, I’d barely begun, now it’s over.
In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife,
I’m supposed to be cheerful and stoic.
I’m your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you,
Clean-cut, paralyzed and heroic.
I was born on the fourth of July
No one more loyal than I.
When my country said so, I was ready to go.
And I wish I’d been left there to die.