Lyrics:
you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europe's an unhappy land
They've had their fascist groove thang
to work and who gets to play?
I was always told at school, everybody should get the same
How many times have you been told if you don't ask you don't
you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europe's an unhappy land
They've had their fascist groove thang
You're number fourteen thousand for to day
Hey, if you ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi
Well, you better go back
tat tat
Rat tat tat G-Man Hoover
Criminals come but they have one way to go
Gangsters are dumb for by now they ought to know
Stick with care
the chance to explain myself away
Some entertainment to give away
In your eyes I see the rest of life just passes by
And that's hard for some
You ask
baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But until
do, you're against the wall.
Your lies will be heard for the last time.
Say what you will it's only in vein.
This is the justice I fought to attain.
So you wanna go back to Egypt
Where it's warm and secure
Are sorry you bought the one way ticket
When you thought you were sure
You wanted
you're against the wall.
Your lies will be heard for the last time.
Say what you will it's only in vein.
This is the justice I fought to attain.
Jenny's daddy was five years gone
By the time that Jenny was six years old
It was her and her mom and her parakeet Pete
In a little blue house
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by the throat
And throw it in the ocean
You're real tonight you move my
on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.
One more time!
Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak
the band
Oh, when he goes up that scale
(One line of scat singing followed by saxophone break)
Mose plays on the bass in the band
Mose plays on that
Too many slaves in this world
Die by torture and pain
Too many people do not see
They're killing themselves, going insane
Too many people do
the chance to explain myself away
Some entertainment to give away
In your eyes I see the rest of life just passes by
And that's hard for some
You ask
like a frog
Here's the situation
as far as I can see
he's stripped of his credentials
his pedigree
It's a long hot summer
no air conditioning
gotta know
If she can cut life on her own
But like the man says
"You can never go home again"
You gotta come see the new place
Mom, you're gonna
don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rockett Ritchotte
If the heart is a lonely hunter
Then the mind is a loaded gun
Sometimes it begins
Pain masked by narcotic stares
But no one really cares
Her dreams were cut up and bled dry
A million voices in her cry
Julie waits, her world
and summer heat
But I don't know
For go to the picture show today
We're living day by day
And we both know
That this world can make no sense
When
marks under the sleeve
I can't talk, I need to run
Love's thrown away the ring
Not knowing what to say
Mama won't you say?
It's like you're cut by
Hold on tight
You've got a way to go
You're terrified by the open road
In a daze you've lost control
You find a gang
And it makes you feel
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