One More Chance To Run

(John Fiddler)

Made my way across the city now
Me and my suitcase was in my car
All the lights they were laughin' at me
In the spotlight you can see the scar

Our love is on the road to ruins
Falling deeper and deeper
My heart spins a wheel

You've become the ghost of futures past now
You're the nightmare that's in my dreams
You get up to take another blast now
You're the flies in my potions and creams

Our love is on the road to ruins
Falling deeper and deeper
My heart spins a wheel
Give me one more chance to run
Give me one more chance to run
Give me one more chance to run

I wish that I was free as a bird now
Flying so high that I could not come down
I would sing every song you ever heard now
Hit every spot in this one-horse town

Our love is on the road to ruins
Falling deeper and deeper
My heart spins a wheel
Give me one more chance to run
Give me one more chance to run
Give me one more chance to run

Give me one more chance to run (I'm begging you please)
Give me one more chance to run (I'm down on my knees)
Give me one more chance to run

I've rolled and I've rolled round this tumbling old world
I hold on fast to give my love to the girl

Give me one more chance to run...

Wild In The Streets

(Garland Jeffries)

(...wild in the streets... wild in the streets...
wild in the streets... wild in the streets...)

Well in the heat of the summer
Gonna call up a plumber
To turn on the steam pump to cool me off
With the newspaper writers And the big crime fighters
I still need a drugstore to cure my cough

Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets

You got a fan called Shady
And a Midnight Lady
And two Queen Mary's to beat the band
You better not touch us
You'd best believe us
Your teenage jive is gonna work out a mess

Running wild in the streets (4 times)

Mrs. America tell me how is your favourite son?
Do you really care what he has done?

Running wild in the streets... 

Break This Fool

(John Fiddler/Overend Watts)

My temperature's risin' I'm knocked off my feet
I'd get a better deal right out on the street OK
You look through me like I'm made outta glass
You don't need a diamond to make that pass OK
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love,
don't want your love

To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize
You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK)
You're playin' a game but you make the rules
You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK)
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love,
don't want your love,
Don't want your love, don't want your love

I'm just a guy who's lost his cool now
I'm just a clown who's become a fool now
I'm just a road without no cars now
I'm just a wound without a scar now

To hear you speak you're goin' for the prize
You're gonna cut this freak right down to size OK (OK)
You're playin' a game but you make the rules
You're in for the kill to break this fool OK (OK)
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love
I can tell in your eyes that you're telling me lies I don't want your love,
don't want your love,
Don't want your love, don't want your love

International Heroes

(Kim Fowley/Kerry Scott)

Bobby and Sue still go to school
Falling asleep and it ain't too cool Tom and Jane stuck in the rain
At every concert when the bus leaves early
We're just wasting time
Wondering what we'll find when it's all over

I think I'll cut my hair off and start brand new again
Why bother being different? We're all the same
Hey friend it's gotta end
I don't care what you wear, it's what you are that makes you a star

International heroes, you got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose

The noise I hear year after year ain't done nothin' but become unclear
Hey everybody, what have we got? Old clothes and records starting to rot
Don't throw them away
Open yourselves to the sounds of the future

International heroes, you got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose
International heroes, you got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose... lose... lose... lose

International heroes, you got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose
International heroes, you got the teenage blues
Change has gotta come soon or else we're gonna lose

Fork Talking Man

(John Fiddler)

First met you you were lonely, pushin' your smile in my face
Now I know that you're phoney, you're the human race's disgrace
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

You laid down on the floor just to cheat me for a while
Before I could even count to four the visions of you ran wild
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

People I'm telling you there's a conspiracy
The witness to that is the sadness that you see
I'm looking at you. Are you looking at me? Are ya?
Ain't no-one can make you what you're not
If there's a chance to run they'll give a shot
I look pretty cold but I'm really hot. Hotcha!

Every time you walk on the street with your heart muscles all on show
You ask someone the time of day and they tell you which way to go
Now you're a man without a brain, a prisoner without parole
You're in a rush without a name, a spirit without a soul
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man
You're a fork talking man, fork talking man

My Life In Your Hands

(John Fiddler/Morgan Fisher/Overend Watts)

Think of the love that I gave you
When you're living all alone
I don't know how to behave with you Wish you'd bury my love like a bone
And baby we can dig it out
And baby we can dig it in
But if you leave me lying here
You'll be guilty of a sin

Remember the days that we spent
Trying out a little tenderness
Now who's the lucky guy
With your hands on him and his on your dress
Remember the time that we spent
Alone in our room?
Did we create a harmony
Or just an image of this fool?

'n Mama My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands

Now here's a big empty man
He's alive but his head's in his hands
And just like the sands of time
You can feel him going down
Just can't escape his reason and rhyme
So don't you think you won the game
His memory lives in you just the same
And I know you're thinking o' him
And you are guilty of the sin

'n Mama My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands Babe, my life's in your hands
Look at me, your life's in my hands
Look at you, my life's in your hands
Hey, yeahhh

'n Mama My life's in your hands
My life's in your hands
Hey, my life's in your hands
Ooh, my life's in your hands

I believe these changing days
Have burned my love in fiery flames

Big Drift Away

(John Fiddler)

Thinkin' about my past, and I can't help myself
Feelin' like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf
Let the printer set the type, 'n even roll the press
Writer, write your story and get me outta this mess!

All of the prophecies written in the fortune stars
Race through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding cars
I live like a mirage, and I live like a dream
Many people think that they know me, but they're only outside lookin' in

'n I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long

So you can't turn my pages or read between my lines
Till the birds have fled their cages 'n there ain't no more gold to find
Let the fiddler play until the break o' day
Hand me that bottle boys and let me drift away

Big drift away!!!

I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so long

Big drift away!!!

Booster

(John Fiddler/Overend Watts)

Professionals. Amateurs.

Step on the gas - I can't slow down now
Keep on the grass - I'm movin' too fast
What's it to you? - I'm livin' each day
Do something new - like it'll be my last

Ain't it a shame? - when you're old you're old yeah
You ain't to blame - 'n when you're young you're young
Don't it feel good? - if you feel that feelin' well
Knew that it would - come on and have some fun
I said I told you once before that you don't have to ask for more

And I don't care how long it takes
I'll keep on pushin' till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks

Look like a fool - when you're too old to pogo
That ain't too cool - and you're too tired to strut
Get back to school - you must be eatin' loco weeds
In your breakfast and they kick you in the gut

Always the same - when you're wrong you're wrong
Part o' the game - 'n when you're right you're right
Ain't it a shame - y'know you better believe me
If you go out in the sun they gonna lock you up at night
I said I told you once before, don't want you hangin' round my door

And I don't care how long it takes
I'll keep on pushin' till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks
Till the mornin' breaks

1, 2, 3, 4
Look like a fool - when you're too old to pogo
That ain't too cool - and you're too tired to strut
Get back to school - well you must be eatin' loco weeds
In your breakfast and they kick you in the gut
I said I told you once before, why'd y'ever pass the cure (?) around my door

Eat The Rich

(John Fiddler)

Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along
You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong
And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough
They don't think about rules but they make themselves fools when they live on
snow

Eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich

Now some are bound for glory, and some are bound to lose
Some are bound in leather, and some are bound to blow their fuse
Now all you young people, don't you forget where it's leadin' to
Don't you fix with a steeple, you get no respect outta sniffin' glue
There ain't no place that you can run to
If the battle-field is just a mirror image of you

Eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich

Some folk stands with their backs to the wall
They look the same as the wall, that's all
They say the bricks are tryin' to look like them
And to tell 'em apart you look again and again
And again and again and again and again and again

Eat the rich, eat the rich
Just take a big bite
They're filthy... I said filthy!

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