All lyrics by Cane Vuorjoki

JUMP
You gotta jump
Up and down you go
You gotta jump
You gotta jump
Up and down
and all around
And when you jump
you always get back on the ground

You gotta run
Straight up ahead you go
You gotta run
You gotta run
Straight up ahead
Never back instead
And when you run
you can not stop until you’re dead

SNAKE OIL BLUES
Everybody around! Come right here. Throw a dime!
Hey everybody! Come over here and throw a dime!
Can you hear me callin’?: “It’s a medication time!”

Water out of a stone. Fingernails of the snake.
Tombstone water and fingernails of the snake.
Root Remedy can make the dead man to wake.

Come and get your medicine. It may be all you ever need.
Just come and get it. It may be all you ever need.
No more or less than just a full satisfaction guaranteed.

HEAVY LIGHT BLUES
It’s a hard time ticking on your watch
It’s a hard time ticking on your watch
For a hard headed man no time is too much

It’s a hard luck loaded on your dice
It’s a hard luck loaded on your dice
But a hard headed man won’t take no advice

Gotta live it up looser
or tied down tight
Gotta live it up looser
Any way that you feel is all right

It’s a hard road open for a ride
It’s a hard road open for a ride
But a hard headed man sits on the roadside

It’s a hard work waiting to be done
It’s a hard work waiting to be done
But a hard headed man won’t get done none

Gotta live it up looser
or tied down tight
Gotta live it up looser
Any way that you feel is all right

And any way that you choose
you end up singing the blues
in the heavy light

It’s a hard time It’s a hard luck It’s a hardcore It’s a hard on
For hard headed man
HARDY HARDY HARDY HO!

HOW DO YOU DO?
I’m ten miles high painting the sky
Throw my money into wishing well
I’m ten miles high painting the sky
and I’m waiting for the time to tell

But I’m never out of use when I’m singing the blues
and I gotta get you under my spell

I’m six feet below Fight the undertow
and I hear the devil ringing my bell
I’m six feet below Fight the undertow
to find the way through the flames of hell

But I’m never out of use when I’m singing the blues
and I gotta get you under my spell

How do you do? How do you do? How do you do? How do you do?
Guess you never knew how do I do?
So let me tell it to you

Sometimes I say: “Hi!”
Sometimes I say: “Hello!”
But I ain’t gonna bid the farewell

Sometimes I say: “High”
Sometimes I say: “Hell low”
But I ain’t gonna bid the farewell

But I’m never out of use when I’m singing the blues
and I gotta get you under my spell

RIVER BLUES
Waitin’ for the morning Been a’howlin’ at the moon
Waitin’ for the morning Been a’howlin’ at the moon

Meet me by the river
Better get there pretty soon

Hopin’ for tomorrow wouldn’t be like yesterday
Hopin’ for tomorrow wouldn’t be like yesterday

Meet me by the river
Wash my blues away

Runnin’ water callin’: “Jump down and dive!”
Runnin’ water callin’: “Jump down and dive!”

Meet me by the river
while we’re still alive

INSIDE OUT BLUES
I’m knockin’ my door. Is there anybody home?
‘thouht I know the answer ‘cos I’m livin’ all alone.
Knockin’ my head. Is there anybody home?
Is there any motion inside the solid bone?

Knockin’ my head against the door.
Which one will give up and which one will ask for more?

Knockin’ my door inside of my walls.
Is there any life outside at all?
Knockin’ my head inside of my mind
if the world around me has a sense of any kind?

Knockin’ my head against the door.
Which one will give up and which one will ask for more?


Mrs. SIPPY BLUES
Hey mrs. Sippy. Think you’ve better change your ways.
Hey mrs. Sippy. Think you’ve better change your ways.
Rollin’ all nite long. Runnin’ all of your days.

Hey mrs. Sippy. How many men did you drown?
Hey mrs. Sippy. How many men did you drown?
Took ‘em by the hand and you pulled ‘em down.

Hey mrs. Sippy! Hey mrs. Sippy! Hey mrs. Sippy! Hey mrs. Sippy!
Do you still got somethin’ left to see?

Hey mrs. Sippy. You are runnin’ way too high.
Hey mrs. Sippy. You are runnin’ way too high.
You’ve better slow down or you’ll be runnin’ dry.


STONE IN YOUR SHOE
Walkin’ down the road again. Eatin’ up the dust.
Gotta keep on movin’ only just because you must.
Hey hey hey hey! The sky is turnin’ into grey.
And you are turnin’ to deeper in the blue
when you’ve got a stone in your shoe.

Walkin’ down the road again thru the mud and clay.
Gotta keep on movin’ only ‘cos you couldn’t stay.
Hey hey hey hey! The sky is turnin’ into grey.
And you are turnin’ to deeper in the blue
when you’ve got a stone in your shoe.


No way to stop. No place to go. No turnin’ back. ‘cos you told ‘em so.
Hey hey hey hey! The sky is turnin’ into grey.
And you are turnin’ to deeper in the blue
when you’ve got a stone in your shoe.


Walkin’ down the road again water up your knees.
Gotta keep on movin’ only for your pride to please.
Hey hey hey hey! The sky is turnin’ into grey.
And you are turnin’ to deeper in the blue
when you’ve got a stone in your shoe.


ON THE LOAD AGAIN
I woke up this afternoon with a question in my mind.
I wonder if I’m still a member of the humankind?
Like ev’ry now and then I’m on the load again.

I woke up this afternoon with a bad taste in my mouth.
I wonder where’s the cat and what’s the business here about?
Like ev’ry now and then I’m on the load again.

I’m on the load again.
Get so heavy that I’m sinkin’ into swamp.
I’m on the load again
feelin’ lost like a Japanese tramp.
Like ev’ry now and then I’m on the load again.

I woke up this afternoon with a poundin’ in my head.
Wonder why I feel so blue when the town was painted red?
Like ev’ry now and then I’m on the load again.

THRU THE BARS
I used to play the blues, leadin’ my guitar thru the bars.
Then became the booze and my life became a journey thru the bars.
It was wrong way to choose. Now I’m lookin’ outta window thru the bars.


RECKLESS SON
Reckless son. Reckless son. Reckless son. Runnin’ around with a gun.
You run amok. You run amok. You run amok. Amok like a crazy dog.

Hey Johnny do you know what for
big boys handed you that gun?
It is just that they can get some more
dead presidents for the living one.

Reckless son. Reckless son. Reckless son. What you’re gonna get is none.
Reckless boy. Reckless boy. Reckless boy. Playin’ with a dangerous toy.
Hey Johnny do you know what for...etc.

Reckless son. Reckless son. Reckless son. Your runnin’ days are done.


ODDHILL BLUES
Could I believe that we’re finally thru?
And I’m still alive. No thanks to you.
I wouldn’t cry when it’s over at last.
And I’m runnin’ away from the shadow you cast.

This I gotta tell you to get it off my chest:
It wasn’t enough ‘thought may say that you tried your best.
You promised me diamonds but you handed me dust.
Now I’m runnin’ away from the shadow you cast.

There was no use for changing your name
‘cos anybody can see that you’re still just the same.

What used to be a doubt
is now evident.
Your excuses runnin’ out
and your credit is facin’ the end.

Now look what you’ve done. You made the worst out of me:
The cynical bastard I never wanted to be.
You stole my hope and you slaughtered my trust.
Now I’m runnin’ away from the shadow you cast.


SWINGING PROMENADE
I was walkin’ in the nite.
No kiddin’, it was mornin’ lite.
Anyway, I was goin’ home and made
my swingin’ promenade.
I made it...
once again.

To be stupid do I either curse or cry?
No way!

I was drinkin’ quite a lot.
Then thinkin’ what I’ve got?
Hitchhikin’ made me lose my faith.
Another swingin’ promenade.

To be stupid do I either curse or cry?
No way!

FAT CIGAR BLUES
I’m smokin’ fat cigar, I’m smokin’ fat cigar
and I blow the smoke right on your nose.

I’m drivin fancy car, I’m drivin fancy car
and I drive it right over your toes.

I’m a rooster, blues-star and I’m used to choose right by my heart.

Don’t bother talk to me. Don’t bother talk to me.
One word is just enough for blowin’ my fuse.

Don’t bother talk to me. Don’t bother talk to me.
Your tongue is good enough for shine o’ my shoes.

I’m a rooster, blues-star and I’m used to choose right by my heart.

I’m drinkin’ TNT. I’m smoking’ dynamite.
And all I ask: “Who dares to give me a light?”

MOTHER LAND BLUES
I show you my mojo if you wanna see my mojo hand.
I show you my mojo if you wanna see my mojo hand.

So, let me take you down to the Mother land!

You will see the jungle and the savannah and the desert sand.
You will see the jungle and the savannah and the desert sand.

So, let me take you down to the Mother land!

No, it ain’t no secret. If you wanna see you’ll understand.
No, it ain’t no secret. If you wanna see you’ll understand.

So, let me take you down to the Mother land!

If you can dig it like a little mole
you’ll find the roots of the rock ‘n roll.
So roll the DNA rewind
and You’ll be rockin’ like a cradle of the humankind.

So, let me take you down to the Mother land!

BORING DAY BLUES
I woke up this mornin’. Another boring day.
I woke up this mornin’. Just another boring day.
Rain is comin’ down. Ev’rythin’ seems to be so grey.

I ain’t Got nothin’ to do but I ain’t gonna die in my bed
I ain’t Got nothin’ to do but I ain’t gonna die in my bed
So I get out to the street to get dirty and wet.

This apathy is killin’ me no matter if I’m poor or rich.
This apathy is killin’ me no matter if I’m poor or rich.
And you have the face to open your mouth you dirty son of a.......



MOONSHINE BLUES
I was born in a lil’ village nearby the borderline.
I was born in a lil’ village nearby the borderline.
The lil’ village was known by the moonshine.

I grew up in the village. The village grew up with me.
I grew up in the village. The village grew up with me.
Now the village ain’t the same it used to be.

Now I’m livin’ in the village used to be the home o’mine.
Now I’m livin’ in the village used to be the home o’mine.
Now it calls itself a city just becos it sounds so fine.

ATTITUDE BLUES
Welcome to the thunder. The lightnin’s gonna strike again.
Welcome to the thunder. The lightnin’s gonna strike again.
I’m showin’ you the eye of the hurricane with the attitude of a mature man.

Welcome to the garden. The lemon tree’s gonna bloom again.
Welcome to the garden. The lemon tree’s gonna bloom again.
I’m servin’ you the juicy fruit with the attitude of a mature man.

Welcome to reality. The mood is changin’ once again.
Welcome to reality. The mood is changin’ once again.
Being bold and humble is the attitude of a mature man.

TEARGAS BLUES
I wasn’t cryin’ for you babe. I wouldn’t cry for yesterdays.
I wasn’t cryin’ for you babe. I wouldn’t cry for yesterdays.
But the doorman, he maybe sprayed the teargas on my face.

I wasn’t drinkin’ ‘cos of you babe. I didn’t take it so tough.
I wasn’t drinkin’ ‘cos of you babe. I didn’t take it so tough.
But the bartender, he maybe didn’t tell me that’s enough.

I wasn’t comin’ to you babe. I wouldn’t come to you no more.
I wasn’t comin’ to you babe. I wouldn’t come to you no more.
But the cabdriver, he maybe left me on the wrong door.


INDEPENDENCE BLUES
When I stand up I’m standin’ on my own two feet.
When I fall down I’m fallin’ on my own two knees.
Theres more in my picture than you’ll ever see
and the point after all is that I will be me
as I am.

I’m sharin’ my love just the way I wanna do.
Things that I hate ain’t not up to you.
Theres more in my picture than you’ll ever see
and the point after all is that I will be me
as I am.

Sometimes my life ain’t nothin’ more than stayin’ alive.
decision is mine if I fail or survive
Theres more in my picture than you’ll ever see
and the point after all is that I will be me
as I am.

BIG DEAL BLUES
Before I woke up this mornin’ the Blues shot me in my bed.
Before I woke up this mornin’ the Blues shot me in my bed.
I bite the bullet ‘cos I ain’t dead yet.

I’m standin’ in the corner with a bullet hole in my head.
I’m standin’ in the corner with a bullet hole in my head.
But I bite the bullet ‘cos I ain’t dead yet.

In the big deal you gotta play with the cards that you get.
In the big deal you gotta play with the cards that you get.
You gotta bite the bullet ‘cos you ain’t dead yet.

LETTER BLUESI wrote a letter I wrote a letter to my friend.
I wrote a letter I wrote a letter to my friend.
It took a time but I got it sent.

I said: “ Hello! Won’t you be my fellow again?”
I said: “ Hello! Won’t you be my fellow again?”
“ I haven’t seen you since I don’t know when?”

“I really mean it. I’m meanin’ ev’ry word I say.”
“I really mean it. I’m meanin’ ev’ry word I say.”
“You owe me money. So when you’re gonna come and pay?”
“You owe me money. So when you’re gonna come and pay?”

HIGH HEAL WOMAN
High heal woman. You heal my wounds and you make me new.
High heal woman. You heal my wounds and you make me new.
You’re makin’ me better anybody can ever do.

High heal woman. You’re a real good medicine.
High heal woman. You’re a real good medicine.
You’re makin’ me better. Better than I’ve ever been.

High heal woman. You’re my nurse and that’s for sure.
High heal woman. You’re my nurse and that’s for sure.
I’m havin’ a fever only you can give a cure.
I’m havin’ a fever only you can give a cure.


THE SPELL
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to do the Hoodoo.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to do the Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to howl to the moon.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to hoot the new tune.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to do the Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to move a loose foot.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to cook a good soup.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to do the Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you how to use the Blues root.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo. Gotta show you Hoodoo.

Gotta show you how to Hoodoo.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo.
Gotta show you how to Hoodoo.
Gotta show you how to do the Hoodoo.


ALCOHOL FUELLED MACHINE
I’m gettin’ up when the sun is goin’ down
and by the midnite I’m actin’ like a clown.
But I wouldn’t say that I’m wasted away.
I’m just tryin’ to make my day.

I’m lookin’ for... I dunno what?
I suppose it’s somethin’ I never got.
But I wouldn’t say that I’m wasted away.
I’m just tryin’ to make my day.

Day by day I’m gettin’ along out of the blue.
you may say that Im’ going wrong
but a man’s gotta do whatta man’s gotta do.

I just wanna feed my soul
with the music and alcohol.
But I wouldn’t say that I’m wasted away.
I’m just tryin’ to make my day.

Day by day I’m gettin’ along out of the blue.
you may say that Im’ going wrong
but a man’s gotta do whatta man’s gotta do.

I just gotta drain my cup
to be able to refill it up.
I wouldn’t say that I’m wasted away.
I just try to make my day.


CRAZY HORSE BLUES
Gotta shake it. Gotta make it alright.
Gotta shake it. Gotta make it alright.
C’mon in. Have a seat and take a bite.

Gotta rock ‘em. Gotta knock ‘em all out.
Gotta rock ‘em. Gotta knock ‘em all out.
Gotta show ’em whatta blues is all about

Gotta shake it. Gotta make it ok.
Gotta shake it. Gotta make it ok.
And tomorrow will be another day.

Gotta burn it. Gotta turn it to the dust.
Gotta burn it. Gotta turn it to the dust.
It’s better to burn out than it is to rust.
It’s better to burn out than it is to rust.

THE PRAYER
I am what I am but I don’t know why?
Ain’t gonna get an answer ‘till the day I die

I guess You’ve seen this.
What I mean is...
the day I’m done
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?

I do what I do but I don’t know how?
But I gotta seize the day and the day is now.

I guess You’ve seen this.
What I mean is...
the day I’m done
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?

I say what I mean and I mean what I say.
May say the other way on another day.

And now I say this:
All I pray is:
“The day I’m done
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?”

I gotta move but I don’t know where.
Ain’t gonna get an answer ‘till the day I’m there.

I guess You’ve seen this.
What I mean is...
the day I’m done
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?
You might as well tell whatta hell is goin’ on?

BOTTOM BLUES
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty fine.
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty fine.
Right here at the bottom I’m drinkin’ turpentine.

Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty good.
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty good.
Right here at the bottom I won’t be misunderstood.

No more worries
‘bout fortune ‘n fame.
No more pretendin’.
Keepin up a good name.

Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty well
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty well
Right here at the bottom jus like my picture can tell.

No more trouble
‘bout jealousy.
With nothin’ to lose
I’m finally free.

Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty nice.
Can’t you see I’m feelin’ mighty nice.
Right here at the bottom there will be no more lies.

DEALING WITH THE DEVIL
Staring the devil right in the eyes is not very pleasant job to do.
But sometimes you have to. You like it or not
thought nobody’s asking it of you.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
In your dreams.

Standin’ in the shadows. lyin’ in the dark
scarin’ and listenin’ if the hellhounds start to bark.

Closin’ up your window. Lockin’ up your door.
Waitin’ ‘n waitin ‘till you can’t seem to wait no more.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
In your dreams.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
In your dreams.

No use for runnin’. No use to hide.
No use to look out. Instead you should look inside.

When you’re at the crossroads, what you gonna do?
You just gotta face the fact that the evil is part of you.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
In your dreams.

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.
In your dreams.

To deal with the devil. To keep the beast in a leash
there will be just this one advice:
Don’t try to deny it. ‘cos if you do
it’s able to take you by surprise.


GEORGE W. BUSH BLUES
Adolf Hitler is alive and well.
He’s right back out of the hell
and Satan gave him a face as new.
Now he’s known by the name of George W.

No doubt you’re a son of your father.
So go back home and fuck your mother.
Stop that fartin’ for wavin’ that flag.
You’re a ten pounds of shit in a nine pound bag.

Hey George you’ve got that dynamite.
So stick it up your arse and give it a light.
Go for it George. Give it a try.
Or what ever the way as long as you die.

George W. Bush you mindless motherfucker.
George W. Bush. No good wanker.
George W. Bush. Big pile of shit...etc.etc.


HEADING WEST
See the train there runnin' to the settin’ sun.
Down the railroad. Gonna pick up ev’ryone.
Sayin’: “Get on board. Be my guest.
There’s still room for you while we’re headin’ to the west.”

See the ship is sailin' to the settin’ sun.
Down the ocean. Gonna pick up ev’ryone.
Sayin’: “Get on board. Be my guest.
There’s still room for you while we’re headin’ to the west.”

You see the plane is flyin’ to the settin’ sun.
Up the blue sky. Gonna pick up ev’ryone.
Sayin’: “Get on board. Be my guest.
There’s still room for you while we’re headin’ to the west.”

CREAMFINGERS
What’cha gonna do when ya catch the blue?
What’cha gonna do to get it offa ya?
What’cha gonna say to make it go away?
What’cha gonna do ‘n what’cha gonna say?

Be right here at the show time.
Come right over and listen to she singers.
Be right here at the show time.
You gotta date with the Creamfingers.

What’cha gonna do when ya catch the blue?
What’cha gonna do to get it offa ya?
Where ya gonna go When ya feelin’ low?
What’cha gonna do ‘n where ya gonna go?

Be right here at the show time.
Come right over and listen to she singers.
Be right here at the show time.
You gotta date with the Creamfingers.

WITCH HUNT
When the night is fallin’.
When it falls you’re holding a loaded gun.
Triangle is callin’.
When it calls you know that a man has to run.

Don’t you leave a job of a man for a debutante.
It’s a time for the witch hunt.

By the end of the day
all you’re thinkin’ about is the sleep ‘till the dawn.
But you gotta obey
when the sign of alarm is blowin’ your horn.

Don’t you leave a job of a man for a debutante.
It’s a time for the witch hunt.

Pyre’s gettin’ cool
and you’re thankin’ yourself ‘bout a job well done.
Who you’re gonna fool.
Pretty soon you’ll be back at the point you begun.

Don’t you leave a job of a man for a debutante.
It’s a time for the witch hunt.

AMERICAN NIGHT
Beware the nations who maybe heading to your shore.
Lock up your borders. Don’t hesitate to start the war.

They may take Your freedom. They may rape your only truth.
May take your Vegas. They may take your Hollywood.

No matter what you lose. No matter what you gain.
Paranoia will remain.

Beware the stranger who may be a terminator.
You’ve better shoot first. You can ask the questions later.

Beware the stranger. Does somebody follow you?
May take your life or worse: may take your money too.

No matter what you lose. No matter what you gain.
Paranoia will remain.

Beware your neighbour who may be an evil one.
Lock up your daughters. Don’t hesitate to use your gun.

Beware your neighbour who may come on to your way.
Better baryour door and you’re better join the N.R.A.

No matter what you lose. No matter what you gain.
Paranoia will remain.

When everything seems to be black and white
and there seems to be no sun in sight.
Don’t be afraid if you don’t see the light.
It’s not a real darkness. Just American night

CURTAIN BLUES
When the curtain’s down at the end of the show
and the lights comin’ up. So it’s time to go.
No thing in the story you haven’t seen before.
But a time and again you’ll come back for more.

When the curtain’s down. When the curtain’s down. When the curtain’s down.
Ain’t nobody gonna take a bow when the curtain’s down.

When the curtain’s down and the story’s told.
When the guns are warm and the men are cold.
You bought a ticket for supporting the play.
Who’s counting the money at the end of the day?

When the curtain’s down. When the curtain’s down. When the curtain’s down.
Ain’t nobody gonna take a bow when the curtain’s down.


HOLY MOLY !
Speed of Light shinin’ in your eyes
You blew the whistle to call the paradise
But the Hounds of Hell They heared the tune
They bit your ancle
Now you’re howlin’ at the moon

Now you’re preachin’ all over the street
We’ll come together Gather ‘round your feet
From a different angle is your point of wiew
Through your eyes we may
See the world as new


Some people petrified n’ livin’ by the rule
Won’t regognize the real thing

Them people tellin’ me that you are just a fool
But you’re a joker in the court of king

Holy Moly!

You’re takin’ a sleep by the weepin’ willow
Angel feathers are fillin’ your pillow
You’re havin a nightmare for you and me.
Ev’ryday Messiah
To set us free

Holy Moly!

RUSTY
Rusty pins n’ nails
Comin’ out offa sky in a pouring rain

Rusty pins n’ nails
Comin’ out offa sky in a pouring rain

And I know that you know:
No pain no gain

And you know that I know:
No pain no gain

Rusty razorblades
While I am a’tryin’ reap against the grain

Rusty razorblades
While I am a’tryin’ reap against the grain


And I know that you know:
No pain no gain

And you know that I know:
No pain no gain

Rusty iron ball
Comin’ right behind with a rusty chain

Rusty iron ball
Comin’ right behind with a rusty chain

And I know that you know:
No pain no gain

And you know that I know:
No pain no gain


STATE OF MIND
Don’cha know there’s a certain zone
You don’t go with your flesh n’ bones
It’s a zone of a certain kind
You may call it a state of mind

If you really wanna be free
You better find the cracks in the reality

One thing for sure what you gotta do
Is get a rid of that
Way of the washichu

Don’cha know there’s a certain field
You can’t go ‘less you drop your shield
It’s a field of a certain kind
You may call it a state of mind

If you really wanna be free
You better find the cracks in the reality

One thing for sure what you gotta do
Is get a rid of that
Way of the washichu

Can you see there’s a certain road
You don’t walk ‘till you break the code
It’s a road of a certain kind
You may call it a state of mind

If you really wanna be free
You better find the cracks in the reality

One thing for sure what you gotta do
Is get a rid of that
Way of the washichu


KEBAB CIRCUIT
Getting up lookin’ like a zombie
yet not awake
Got a job as a circus monkey
Not a piece of cake

Once more packin’ up the wagon
With a heavy load

Once more sweatin’ out the blood before
You hit the road

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
more miles up ahead

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
Ain’t no easy bread

How far you’re willin’ to go
For a just another rock n’ roll show?

Just around the midnite
Still actin’ nice

Audience couldn’t care less
About your merchandise

Once more givin’ all you got to give
Out of your soul

Once more sweatin’ out the blood before
You hit the goal

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
Is enough for your head

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
Ain’t no easy bread

How low you’re willin’ to go
For a just another rock n’ roll show?

How many more hours
You gonna have to wait
How many more long nights
Getting’ underpaid

How many more morons
You gotta tolerate

How many more "Lodi"-s
All around the state

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
Is enough for your head

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred
Ain’t no easy bread

How far you’re willin’ to go
For a just another rock n’ roll show?

One hundred or
Two hundred or
Three hundred

Do you mean alive or dead?

 

GERONIMO
Security
sure is a deadly dose

Gotta let it be
if you wanna see somethin' else

and tomorrow
is something nobody knows

gotta go with the flow
gotta listen to what it tells

Don'cha think it is a time for you to move up ahead?
Don'cha think it is a time for your moment to come?
Now you better move before you gonna end up dead
Now you better move before you getting comfortably numb

Time you gotta step right out
Time you gotta let it go
Time you gotta shout out loud
GERONIMO!

Security
Ain’ but a lie

No way to see
What’s a’creepin’ under your bed

Leavin’ the nest
Learnin’ to fly

Life is a quest
Adventure right up ahead

now you’re feelin’ safe and sound
Sound’s about to start to blow
Blowin’ down the walls around
Jerico

No matter what the future brings
No matter what it has to show
Time you’re gonna spread your wings
GERONIMO!

 

UNCLE OF JESUS
Uncle of Jesus ain’t got much to do
He’s hardly a man that we always knew
Once was so famous by his reputation
Now blown away with the inflation

Uncle of Jesus ain’t got much to say
When people has stolen his game away
Playin’ his tricks one on another
Hidin’ disguised in the name of his brother

Uncle of Jesus is now outta job
‘cos human race made him drop from the top
earnin’ his pennies as a comic book figure
tradin’ ‘em all for a cheap liquor

 

REDLIGHT PARADISE
You don’t wanna ride my rollercoaster
You don’t wanna see my ups and downs
My bread ain’t gonna jump right outta toaster
when Im movin’ all along among the jugglers and the clowns

Told you so..
I do my job and I pay my dues

Even though
I’m never gonna make it in the headline news

I gotta follow my desire
take it just as far as it can get
while I’m a’walkin my high wire
I hope you’re gonna take a good care of my safety net

Told you so..
I do my job and I pay my dues

Even though
I’m never gonna make it in the headline news

I move across the time I move across the land
movin’ thru emotions, all the lows and highs

I’m standing ln the line with a number in my hand
waiting for the green in this red light paradise


 
 

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