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Cold Turkey
The temp"rature"s risin", fever is high, Can"t see no future, can"t see no sky. My feet are so heavy, so is my head, I wish I was a baby, I wish I was dead. Cold turkey has got me on the run. My body is aching, goose pimple bone. Can"t see nobody, leave me alone. Eyes are wide open, so is my head, There" s one thing I"m sure of, I"m in at the deep freeze. Cold turkey has got me on the run. Aaahh - Thirty-six hours rollin" in pain, Prayin" to someone, free me again. Oh, I"ll be a good boy, make, make me well, I"ll give you anything, get me out of this hell. Well, cold turkey has got me on the run. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh.
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Do The Oz
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God
God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot I don't believe in Hitler I don't believe in Jesus I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in Mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in Yoga I don't believe in kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that's reality The dream is over What can I say? The dream is over Yesterday I was the Dreamweaver But now I'm reborn I was the Walrus But now I'm John And so dear friends You'll just have to carry on The dream is over
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Jealous Guy
I was dreaming of the past and my heart was beating fast. I began to lose control, I began to lose control. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy. I was feeling insecure, you might not love me anymore. I was shivering inside, I was shivering inside. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy. I was trying to catch your eyes, thought that you was trying to hide. I was swallowing my pain, I was swallowing my pain. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry. Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy, watch out, I'm just a jealous guy, look out babe, I'm just a jealous guy.
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Serve Yourself
You say you found jesus christ
He"s the only one
You say you"ve found buddha
Sittin" in the sun
You say you found mohammed
Facin" to the east
You say you found krishna
Dancin" in the streets
Well there"s somethin" missing in this God almighty stew
And it"s your mother (your mother, don"t forget your mother, lad)
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do it for you
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do it for you
Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in lords
But if you don"t go out and serve yourself, lad, ain"t no room service here
It"s still the same old story
A bloody holy war
A fight for love and glory
Ain"t gonna study war no more
A fight for God and country
We"re gonna set you free
We"ll put you back in the stone age
If you won"t be like me - get it?
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do for you
Well you may believe in devils and you may believe in lords
"but christ, you"re gonna have to serve yourself and that"s all there is to it.
So get right back here it"s in the bloody fridge. god, when I was a kid.
Didn"t have stuff like this, tv-fuckin" dinners and all that crap.
You fuckin" kids are all the fuckin" same! want a fuckin" car now...
Lucky to have a pair of shoes!"
You tell me you found jesus christ
Well that"s great and he"s the only one
You say you just found buddha
Sittin" on his ass in the sun
You say you found mohammed
Kneeling on a bloody carpet facin" the east
You say you found krishna
With a bald head dancin" in the street ("well, christ, now you"re
Being heard")
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do for you
You got to serve yourself
Ain"t nobody gonna do for you ("that"s right, lad, you better get that straight
Into your fuckin" head")
You got to serve yourself ("you know that, who else is gonna do it for you, it
Ain"t me I tell you that")
Well, you may believe in jesus, and you may believe in marx
And you may believe in marks and spencer"s and you may believe in bloody
Woolworths
But there"s something missing in this whole bloody stew
And it"s your mother, your poor bloody mother ("she worked for you in the
Back bedroom, full of piss and shit and fuckin" midwives. god, you can"t
Forget that awful moment, you know. you should have been in the bloody
War, lad, and you would know all about it. well, I"ll tell you something.")
It"s still the same old story
A holy bloody war, you know, with the pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and glory
Ain"t gonna study no more war
A fight for God and country, and the queen and all that
We"re gonna set you free
Bomb you back into the fuckin" stone age
If you won"t be like me, you know, get down on your knees and pray
Well there"s somethin" missing in this God almighty stew
And it"s your goddamn mother you dirty little git, now
Get in there and wash yer ears!
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Working Class Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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