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Excuse My Spunk (D. Most) I tell you I ain’t, but I know I can be Come on and let me into your bed I tell you I’m about to go out of my head. Come on, what you want to do That sounds good, just make me your fool I don’t care what you’re thinking of Come on, let’s just spread a little love, love, love, love, love, love, love. You say that things will kinda work out You know my mind’s got a lot of doubt Come on and let me inside your bed My mind’s going, I think I’m losing my head. Come on and kick me out on the street For those who all find, who I just might be Well, I don’t care if you call me a punk Pardon me, excuse my spunk. Destructive Love (Mark Most) Then you despise me You tell dirty lies about me Don’t say you love me Chorus: Well, I’ve had enough of your destructive love Take your lies and give them a shove Release me from your hateful clutch Even I can take only so much Where did you learn your evil ways Who told you that destruction pays You said you loved me so I played the part Where’d you get your distorted heart Chorus What is it that makes you tick You must be one sick bitch Destruction fits you to a tee Too bad you can’t destroy me. Chorus Penetrate (D. Most) You don’t really care what you find inside It’s just a game with you, you don’t really care So keep on trying, girl, if you really dare. Penetrate, Penetrate Your mind is filled with stars Penetrate, Penetrate Then come make love…to my car. Well, I can close my eyes and you’ll still be there Sometimes I want to beat you, tear your hair But I really couldn’t do that, though you’re so unkind What you want me to do, babe, hang out a sign? Chorus Well, if you find out what’s inside, what you gonna do Will you try to understand or turn your head You’re a real scream girl with you fine tooth comb Sometimes I want to beat you, I wish you were dead. Chorus To my Buick, baby Chorus Well, if you find out what’s inside, what you gonna do Will you try to understand or turn your head You’re a real scream girl with your fine tooth comb Sometimes I want to beat you, I wish you were dead. Penetrate, Penetrate Your mind is filled with stars Penetrate, Penetrate Then come make love… Beneath Me Queen (D. Most) Wild-eyed stumbling through the dark Your claws are soft as they rip me to shreds As you drag yourself into my bed. You’re with me for the night, well, not much longer I found you just this evening out walking the stretch You wanted a ride, I said follow me girl ‘Cause I’m the son of the Devil and the daughter of the Sea I want your body. I can’t keep you longer my lust-eyed lady I don’t allow no smiling lynx to hang on tight So out with and walk your street And if time will allow it, again we will meet. Repeat 2nd verse ‘Cause I’m the son of the Devil and the daughter of the Sea ‘Cause I’m the son of the Devil and the daughter of the Sea. Fallout Shelter (D. Most) Fires a-burning I don’t want to see Don’t want to hear no screams and shouts I don’t want my hair to fall out. Nuclear emissions they say they can control Well, maybe that’s true, but even so I don’t want disease to fall on me Burn my eyes out so I can’t see. I know what they say it will do for you But can you really be sure that it’s true Don’t you remember our actions in ‘Nam Three Mile Island may become our New Cause Better run to your – Chorus: Fallout Shelter Fallout Shelter Fallout Shelter Fallout Shelter Could be your only hope. Radiation falling down on me Falling down on my town Nobody ever really made it clear That it might even happen, maybe this year. I know what they’ve been telling you I know what they say it will do for you I’m not sure that it’s really true There is only one thing left to do Better run to you – Chorus Better run to your – Chorus Well, I don’t know if they’ve told the truth (repeat 4 times) Well, I don’t really know what to do (repeat 4 times) Fallout Shelter! Don’t Take Me For Granted, Janet (D. Most) Well, that’s okay, I can dig it A friend in need, sometimes they seem to breed Multiplying faster than rabbits in heat. Chorus: Don’t take me for granted, Janet I don’t have to do this Don’t take me for granted, Janet I don’t have to do the twist. No more favors for you, Joan No more kissing your behind No more favors for you, Joan It doesn’t pay to be kind. >In the back of the closet Hidden ‘neath the stairs In the dirtiest alleyway That’s where my soul fares. The places that no one looks In a room at the Y It’s easier for everybody Just to look than close their eyes. Why can’t I ever be that friend in need Can’t I need that helping hand I can be as lonely as anybody else Hey! This is real life, my feelings aren’t on a shelf! Chorus Chorus Tough Break (D. Most) Everything you do baby I know I can’t see what you’re pulling on me Honey, you know how it’s got to be. Honey, you know how it’s got to be Nothing in this life you get for free Scream into my ear and ease my pain Your kind of love drives this boy insane. Your kind of love drives this boy insane I reached too far inside your windowpane I didn’t realize what you had to say Now for your love I have to pay. Now for your love I have to pay Bleeding inside your heart I had to stay Slicing my wrist didn’t work to free me Now you’re so blind you can’t even see. King Of Sleaze (D. Most) Well, you rocked on over to the corner bar Your eyes had no meaning, blitzed way too far She opened her heart, ya stuck out your tongue Ya think you’re pretty foxy, but you ain’t that well sung. Her eyes were all a-glitter, she knew the score She ain’t nobody’s slut, but she’s somebody whore You knew you were cool, you been nobody’s fool She was open for time, she became your tool. Chorus: Cause you’re the king of sleaze, that ain’t no lie You’ve closed your eyes, your mind’s sky high You drool out your love, throw them a kiss Strut your stuff, get ya another fix. Well, you know all their names and you know all their games You know their faces, that’s their claim to fame Don’t ask me buddy, I knew you way before Don’t strut too, too fast, you’re really so lame. Chorus Spoken: Oh, don’t you… I’m gonna squeeze… I know I’m sleazy, but I’m ok. What can I say? Well, keep on, look closer… Repeat 2nd verse Chorus I Hate Mel Torme (Daxe Rexford) I live in my own dimension Where night is just like day I’m blessed with one obsession Well, I hate Mel Torme. Well, none of you could give a piss You suck the same old grog But you’ll stand up and notice I decroak the “Velvet Frog”. I hate Mel Torme I hate him, oh I hate him. Well, just like Lizzy Borden I’m gonna take my axe And give the creamy crooner A stack of vicious whacks. But then I’ll kick your throat in I want to be damn sure You won’t sing another note Of that ancient pop manure. I hate Mel Torme I hate him Uh – I said I hate him. Let’s all twist his head off Then we’ll all rejoice We’ll never have to listen to That nauseating voice. I hate Mel Torme I hate him I-I-I-I-I No! No! Kick his head off Kick his head off Give it, do it quick Quick! Quick! Jump In The Sand (D. Most) Sex Is An Art Form (D. Most) Careful now I can’t fail Now I know what to do Now I know I ain’t no fool It’s an art form, art form Now I know what to do Now I know I can be cool It’s an art form, art form. Got to get inside your mind Let you know I’m not that kind Now I know what to do Michelangelo ain’t got nothing on you It’s an art form, art form Now I know what to do Picasso can’t a-piss on you It’s an art form, art form. Bridge: Let me see what kind of artistry you’ve got underneath all those clothes Take them off, baby, feel right soft, who cares if some-some-some-somebody knows. Chorus: Sex is an art form Sex is an art form Sex is an art form Sex is an art form. Did you see what I can be What it is, it ain’t free Now I know what to do Keep on pushing, make it a rule It’s an art form, art form Now I know what to do Open up baby, let me through It’s an art form, art form. Bridge Chorus Chorus ?Widow’s Delight (D. Most) You know They all know Nobody really knows. Well, I see You see They all see Nobody really sees. Well, I hear You hear They all hear Nobody really listens. You can’t find Where I’ve been Nobody knows What exactly I did. Ad-Vice Grip (D. Most/L. Concotilli) Well, now I know what you want to do Trying to get inside of you You gotta do what I’m thinking of I tell you, honey, well, it ain’t love. I know you love me every day You gotta see it my way I gotta do what I wanna do I tell you, honey, I wanna screw. So, if you work out a better way You know I’ll gladly join you today I gotta make it with more than one I tell you, honey, this is fun. I work my way inside your head I gotta get inside your bed I gotta do what I wanna do I tell you, honey, I wanna screw. |
