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The Ghost Of Baghdad
03:42
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Balls To Call
01:36
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If you ain't got the balls to call
You ain't any balls at all
Just like a dog without any bones
You're too damn weak to pick up the phone
You wrote my number on the back of your paw
Whaddya think your lucky number's for?
I'm not asking for your hand
Your baby's arm will do just grand
If you ain't got the balls to call
You ain't any balls at all
The ball's in your court and that's where it falls
But you ain't got the balls to give me a call
You're handsome and dark and very, very tall
But that don't mean you've very many balls
And if you do I must surmise
In my eyes they're very, very small
If you ain't got the balls to call
You ain't any balls at all
You just can't take this golden ball-breaker
'Cos you got your goldfinger up your money maker.
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4. |
Richard lll Pt. 2
02:10
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5. |
Foreign Parts
02:39
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What am I to do when it comes to you?
I'm so hot and cold, you'll swear the air bright blue
Try to make it work, I'll knuckle down with you
Then I'll slip away-just like the others do
Then I'll make a slip and the scales will tip
Tip me into your lap, the not-so-tender trap
And the stomach churns as the carpet burns
When the trouble starts I'm off to foreign parts
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6. |
Angie!
02:12
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Breasts like bullets, hair of iron
Black badge, kiss of a lion
Open-toed shoes on the pedals
Burgundy good radials
She'll eat you alive with the smiling dials
To guide you
Angie!
Haws on her eyes stimulate the brain
Like an alligator crawling in the rain
Slingbacks and a gun
And an ever-so-delicious strawberry bun
Mrs Dickinson will take you by the hand
Take you downtown, show you around
Angie!
She likes the coffee uptown
I like the smell of the spaghetti downtown
She likes the smell of the coffee beans
While she's walking uptown
I like to go downtown
And watch the smell move around
From street to street.
Her dog don't like my dog
Angie!
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Esmerelda
01:32
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I had such a terrible Friday 13
The switch went crack! & the lights went down
The rats insult me and treat me so mean
In my candlelit dump in the middle of town
My heart creeps like feet that shuffle outside
The same heart you broke 50 times in a day
The noise in my head gives me nowhere to hide
Its 50 times louder since you went away
I'll follow you back to your quiet little town
I won't show myself 'cos its bad for your health
I'll try to blend in as I trail you around
'Cos one look at me and you might shit yourself
My back's so stiff, my infection hurts
The buzz in my ear drowns out the ring
My breath's short & bad and my temper's worse
There's flies in my eyes so it must be spring
I'm glad you can't see me by dawn's early light
It's too much to handle for the world & his wife
I grind my teeth down to stumps at night
There's food stuck between 'em and I'm damned for life
I listen for the post and I know that at most
You'll send me back my ear and my unopened letter
I can't get out of bed 'cos I'm already dead
I'd try to call your Mum but I'd only upset her
I'll follow you back to your quiet little town
I won't show myself 'cos its bad for your health
I'll try to blend in as I trail you around
'Cos one look at me and you you might shit yourself
The bed's full of itches and I got no food
I got no money and my friends are gone
I grind my teeth down to stumps at night
There's food stuck between 'em and I'm damned for life
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8. |
Sister Flora
02:19
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9. |
Tricoteuse
04:00
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