*all songs published by Momentum Music Ltd. (PRS)
(US admin: Warner - Tamerlane Publishing Corp. BMI)
Some Big City
A Man of Influential Taste
Smashed Princess
Ten Little Beauty Queens
Candy on the Cross
Space Cowboy
Serial Killer Blues
Tinseltown
Bouquets, Wreaths and Laurels
No Faith
Pilgrims, Martyrs and Saints
Hoagy Carmichael Never Went to New Orleans
Some Big City
WALK, DON'T WALK
WALK, DON'T WALK
WALK, DON'T WALK
I'll lift you up, beat you down
Lift you up, beat you down
The cacaphony shall resound
And your little cry
It will be drowned
In Some Big City
Some Big City
Some Big City
Big City
It'll elevate you
Take you penthouse high
You'll be skyscraping
Watching silver birds fly
It'll escalate your sense of self esteem
But watch out for cracks
In the veneer of the dream
In Some Big City
Some Big City
Some Big City
Big City
The carnival is over once again
As the shutters let the dawn in
The lullaby of Broadway plays again
For the babies beneath the awning
The accordion man plays outside
The continuous live review
At the theater down on Market Street
The burlesque bringing you...
Bridgette, Cassie, Cleo, Cheri
Desiree, Destiny, Gabriella, Mercedes
Rave n' Wanda
Nude in Some Big City
In Some Big City
Some Big City
In Some Big City
So the Indians sold Manhattan
Gave it away
Pissed it away
On some sad December day
A long time ago
Sold it for the price of a crate of firewater
Now they're going crazy
On some downbeat reservation
On some downbeat reservation
Meanwhile back in the city
Back in the Big City
WALK, DON'T WALK
WALK, DON'T WALK
WALK, DON'T WALK
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A Man of Influential Taste
Leaves 'em good n' dead n' stinkin'
With no witnesses at hand
Down on the darkside of the promised land
With connections in low places
And a gambler's third hand
He calls the tune to the violin band
He's got the Devil strolling by his side
Takes the songbirds for a ride
Slips a backhander to the man's inside
There's a place in his head
Where the planets collide
Well, his tongue is dripping silver
But it's silver plate
He's the landlord to the tenants
When the rent is late
But he puts the frightners on the magistrate
His time is much too precious to deliberate
He has a taste for the pinkest bud
Sugar and corruption
The poison flood
Runs the meanest engine under the hood
He knows enough language to be understood
Takes a little walk
Got the devil strolling by his side
Four and twenty songbirds taken for a ride
Backhanders for the man inside
The place in his head where the worlds collide
His cultivated taste for the pinkest bud
Sugar and corruption, the poison flood
The purr of that engine under the hood
He knows enough language
Knows enough language
Knows enough language
To be understood
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Smashed Princess
Flying high and drinking
To the goddess on the stage
You're such a damaged baby
You're the paparzi's dream
A front-page-perfect princess
You hit the high life scene
Where you apply your lipstick and mascara to a scream
Blame it on your heritage
You've done it times before
But a prejudice won't extinguish
the flames around your door
Someone lies beside you
Now you see that it is you
And you pray that these good ambulence men
Know how to use the glue
And the stars
Are calling you home
And how you got to bnne so broken
You just don't have a clue
One minute you were riding so high
And then the world just flew
And all in slow slow motion
Then a sudden crah
When you lost it on a detour
The scene of your last smash
And the stars
Are calling you home
And the stars
Are calling you home
The stars are calling you
The stars
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Ten Little Beauty Queens
Black satin rules my life
It's a mistress, a temptress, a demanding wife
Black satin rules my life
For what turns you on will eventually control you
I want to see you dressed in black
Haute couture, tight and black
I want to film you swinging back and forth
For I am the hangman
And I'll swing for you
I am the hangman
And the noose was made for you
Ten little beauty queens
Ten little beauty queens
Little girl, little girl
Be my queen
I'll do it quick, make it clean
Little girl, little girl
Put this on
I'll raise you high then I'll adore you
Nine little beauty queens
Nine little beauty queens
A handful of pills when it went too far
Left the girl swinging on the film set star
Went for a drive in the mystery car
Now show no mercy I implore you
Eight little beauty queens
Eight little beauty queens
Black satin rules my life
It's a femme fatal, a cause of strife
Black satin rules my life
For what turns you on will eventually destroy you
For I am the hanged man
And I'll swing for you
I am the hanged man
Now my little beauty's blue
Seven little beauty queens
Six little beauty queens
Five little beauty queens
Four little beauty queens
Three little beauty queens
Two little beauty queens
One little beauty queen
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Candy on the Cross
Goose pimple cold in a white plastic mini
She teeters on broken high heels
Sucks on Silk Cut
Sixteen and old
And we'll never know how she feels
She's sold and re-sold
Summer dress in November
The wind howls through the cloth
Like a blade
Sad little doll
With an arm full of heroin
This is how candy is made
This is how candy is made
There's no guardian angel
in the Calendonian Road
There's no guardian angel
in the Caledonian Road
It's three hundred days
Since she went helter-skeltering
Damaged goods can still be sold
three hundred nights
Under stars there's no shelter
Just lager to make her feel bold
Since she's been broken
There's no feeling
Lying with her legs spread
Staring at the celing
In a shabby little room
Where sex is a chore
Will a Fether Lite
Keep the wolf from the door?
She's hard, yet soft
Tough but brittle
No talk, no kiss, no spunk or spittle
Hates her pimp
Pities the trick
Her addiction keeps her...sick
There's no guardian angel
in the Calendonian Road
There's no guardian angel
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Space Cowboy
Waiting for lift off
Relying on a capsule
Soon he'll be flying
Held aloft
By science and perhaps you'll...
Know why he laugh, why he cry
Rodeo rocket, he can fly, fly
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
Blissed out, in ecstacy
Now he's riding the starry range
On an interstellar prairie
The lonesome moon, so strange
The sky, so vast and scary
It blows his mind and he'll sigh
Deep in the saddle, riding high, high
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
Blissed out
Now he's waiting for touch down
Seems like he's been gone a century
Now he's heading for ground
Will he burn up on re-entry?
Space Cowboy
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Serial Killer Blues
Looked so like the Devil
Devil must have spat him out
Into a world drunk on the blood of saints
A gun in his hands
Rockin' on the porch
He don't need no light
'Cos God is his torch
Preacher gone fishin' with a hook and line
But the fish aint bitin'
So the Devil don't mind
The Devil don't mind
Trailer-home cowboy
Skinny n' mean
Watchin' network news on his t.v. screen
Serial killer on a mission for the Lord
Rollin' down the highway
In a stolen Ford
In a stolen Ford
In a stolen Ford
There's room for one inside
So climb aboard
He'll take you further than you can afford
Rottin' gree chablis
Hangin' heavy on the vine
Now he's holed up in a motel
Waitin' for a sign
Aaarh, look out!
If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot
he wouldn't have given us trigger fingers
If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot
he wouldn't have given us trigger fingers
If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot
he wouldn't have given us trigger fingers
If the good Lord hadn't a' meant us to shoot
he wouldn't have given us trigger fingers
Now would He?!
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Tinseltown
Could have been a contender
Could have been the new Bond
Could have been some kind of Jesus
Or a dyed-in classic blonde
He could have been a high flyer
But he could not get his head
Nor heels above the water
Became a falling star instead
Instead
Now he's laid out flat by publicity
With all his defenses down
Somewhere between an angel and a clown
Meanwhile back in Tinseltown
The men who put the stars in space
Pray to the god of high finance
And give the beast a sexy face
There's a wounded genie in the bottle
A fire where the ice is thin
A drunken sould dancing a waltz
On the head of a pin
Once his eyes were a winning blue
But the bird flew from his hand
Now he's a somnambulist on a precipice
Leaning on a crutch of sand
Crutch of sand
Crutch of sand
Crutch of sand
Crutch of sand
Meanwhile back in Tinseltown
The men who put the stars in space
Fight for the rights to his story
And win with a fifth ace
And the bright bright lights in Tinseltown
Didn't even dim
When the news of his expiry
On the radio came in
For no one weeps in Tinseltown
The stars are hard in Tinseltown
And the favorite can fall in Tinseltown
Your biggest dream is made small in Tinseltown
Where you go to the wall in Tinseltown
'Cos you got to walk tall in Tinseltown
You got to walk, then crawl in Tinseltown
When you're on a roll in Tinseltown
You got to be in control in Tinseltown
Got to give up your soul in Tinseltown
Give up your soul in Tinseltown
In Tinseltown
In Tinseltown
In Tinseltown
In Tinseltown
You watch the stars drown
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Bouquets, Wreaths and Laurels
Steering clear of trouble
He puts his best foot down
To shake off his double
A bar-stool-mounting clown
With the finesse of Barney Rubble
And a memory to drown
In the city of angels
With a halo of lights
As the night comes down
Classic rock on the radio
A continent on the clock
It's five years since the day
That he last stood in the dock
Now he's out on good behavior
But "good behavior's" just a ruse
He's heading into town
And stepping on the juice
The siren calls his name
Blows the whistle on the game
But he's pushing on the pedals
To deny some cop his medals
Happy when he held the sand flag
In his little hand
A child's gift for his mother
Making castles in the sand
Now the only flag he's waving
Is white and full of holes And the amnesty and pardon
Burning in the coals
Now all the cups from the prize fights
And never won in school
Are glittering in his headlights
He's a king tonight and no fool
With a loaded rifle
He's heading into town
With bouquets, wreathes and laurels
It's either swim or drown
With bouquets, wreathes and laurels
It's either swim or drown
With bouquets, wreathes and laurels
It's either swim or drown
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No Faith
Well, I don't know what
The question is
But, Lord give me an answer
Don't know the question
But please give an answer
Searching high, searching low
High, low
I got no faith
In no Catholic churches
Can't waste no faith
On no, no capital purchase
I got no faith in no
Cosmic casino
Run by some guru
In a white stretch limosino
Searching high and low
I got no faith
In no academican
I got no faith
In no evangelist
With a mission
I got no faith
In no government in session
Neo-fascists practiced
In the art of false impression
Searching high and low
Where to go?
I got no faith
In no national institution
Built on an arms deal
And compulsory contribution
No faith in the rich
No faith in the poor
Little faith in anarchy
And no faith in the law
Searching high
Searching low
I got no faith
In no, no human nature
Look at all the armies
And the rape of Mother Nature
I got no faith
In no marial status
Resulting in attrition
And eventual hiatus
Searching high
Searching low
High, low
High, low
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Pilgrims, Martyrs and Saints
Don't pity the pilgrim
For your poison is his meat
He's tramping out on the lonesome road
His Calvary to greet
The rain like an absolution
A baptism on the street
Soaks him to the happy skin
And he's basking in the heat
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Don't stone the martyr
It'll only make him strong
He's a stone's throw from the masochist
And an arm's length from this song
The fire like a confirmation
The lick of a thousand tongues
Pushing him up the ladder
His feet tread the burning rungs
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
The pilgrim becomes the martyr
The martyr becomes the saint
The saint belies the charter
That states that blood will taint
Now,
Don't court the saintly
It'll only end in tears
Better fall for the sinner
Settle for a fun-filled couple of years
The air they breathe is so thin
You will need an oxygen mask
To get by on that mountain
To feel half equal to the task
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
Ah, look at all those
Pilgrims, martyrs and saints
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Hoagy Charmichael Never Went to New Orleans
Said the gentleman pan-handler
To a greenhorn on the scene
"You look like a betting man sir!"
A dollar down in New Orleans
Went for some take-out voodoo
Me, my friends and I
We drank cajun martinis
As we watched the ships go by
Down by the Mississippi
Ednah sang a lullaby
To the backing of the buskers
The Delta moon was high
The Delta moon was high
And Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Strange as it seems
Back in the French Quarter
A liquor store creole king
Was romancing a gypsy
With a Mardi Gras angel's broken wing
And Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Hoagy Charmichael never went to New Orleans
Strange as it seems
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