Lyrics:
One evening late
In the dawn of the springtime
Lady Grey travelled by with her carriage and train
She rode and she rode through the middle
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
(Joan Jett/Inger Asten)
Little Sister on your rollerskates
It's Friday night an' you got a date
Right in front of the Watergate.
But now he's gone
cause she brought them soup
She gave them paintings by her daughter sue
Water color swirls
Joan woke up in the middle of the night
She had a little
it, Joan Jett
These tone-deaf clones get blown to
Stonehenge and back again
M80 on the track again packin' 210s
Leave you empty like a juice cleanse
and Pat alone-
Plus Eunice-
And Peter-
And Jean-
And Joan-
And what's-his-name-?
Stephen-
And hold the phone-
The one in the army-
(Joan Jett)
In the dead of the night I slip away
Lookin' for some heavy action
No matter what it is, I get that little itch
My body needs
down, down, down
Right in the middle
Right in the middle of us
Right in middle, right in the middle
Right in the middle of us
You know it's taking me by
Don't be outside when the lightening strikes
I'm lightening in a bottle that's out right
I'm in the middle of the saddle I'm strapped tight
I'm ready for
too specific
I want a good girl who can help me curb my bad habits
But down to party and turn up the jukebox like Joan Jett
A soft-spoken, freaky,
her arms East Houston at dawn Played under her breath in my ear The pretty blue howl of a Joan Jett song (We were all poor and angry that year) A city
Maybe I will see the light of day
Like I'm Joan Jett
Fuck the fake friends, still ain't home yet
Need a fresh start, new cologne set
Buried alive, hiding
and the unseen
Where are You in the aftermath surrounded by debris
Where are You now, where are You now
Right in the middle of it
Right in the middle of it
Gordon, Patti Smith, Joni Mitchell and Joan Jett, Grace Jones, Cosey Fanni Tutti, Cardi B, Zyklon B, Plan B, Rest In Peace Mike Ternasky, Questionable
could whip the six like Joan Jett, she a freezer
Ice cold on the frets shredding hotter than Weezer
Girls from outta town, they always do it different
you can't leave someone
In the middle of a dance floor all alone
In the middle of an old school country song
Right when I was just about to lean
cool, I'm rapping and stepping in my gucci shoes
I dont know what you did that night but I dont wanna fuss and fight
I keep throwing demons right by my
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Theme: My Idol
Original: Joan Jett
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I saw him dancing there by the record machine, yeah
I knew he must have been about 17
And the beat was
never looking back
Yet she's still got a flip phone and a Joan Jett 8-track
She's hanging onto something
But tells the world she's not
She opens up her
Your hair is black & blonde
You know how to turn me on
You are so soft & wet
You are my joan jett
You always catch me by surprise
I like to look in
of the night
Middle of nowhere
Middle of the night
Middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night, night, night
You were dancing by the oak tree
When you
By rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of arc felt
Now I know how Joan of arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman
at the stake, yeah it's fine
I don't want to be
Another cog in this misogynistic machine.
I don't want to play by the rules or play my part
I'd rather die as Joan
said by rights
You should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her
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