1. |
First Contact
01:53
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2. |
Dinger's in the Back
03:41
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Dinger's in the back
And the band's out front
People in between
Better give them what they want
Cause it took all day to set it all up right
When 'til it goes down tonight
Dinger's in the back
He's got his headphones on
And when the curtain's pulled back
You know he'll drop a bomb
'Cause it's not just for flash that the band's adored
There's a man with a twenty-four channel board
Faders fade, knobs turn
Warm-glowing outdated par cans burn
And our due praise goes not to God
But the man in the back with his hands up on the board
Dinger's in the back
Loading cases out the truck
And he says that we're running overtime
I guess we'll have to find a way to make some up
Dinger's in the back
Gone out hangin' in the yard
He landed down this side of Houston
Gonna eadatubahlah
Hold on a second 'fore you call the fuzz
You know every bee has gotta have his buzz
Running snakes half a mile
To bring to each waiting face a smile
And they abound
All around
Lights and sound
Dinger's in the back
And the band's out front
Got people in between
Better give them what they want
From the Hindenburg to the Albert Hall
The man won't stop until he's rocked them all
Even when it's all been said and done
What is to be Dinged will be brass camel
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3. |
I've Got the Fox
04:03
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Five litre demon cleaner rolling down the block
Burnt rubber twenty metres showing you what it has got
Flyer than a mac-tac snapback sitting on a big stack like a boss
I'm getting looks but I ain't shook
I get them a lot
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
Hammer down, right outta town, clean over the hump
Under the sun on the 401 passing everything but the pump
Got my finger on the fob cause I'm keeping it on lock
Might be under the gun, I might be on the run
But I won't have to walk
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
The litres number five in my pristine Mustang
The hammer's going to swing
So if you're ready for a drive
Meet me at one-twenty-four and number ten
You can tell me when
Cause I'll smoke you on the line
Each and every time
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
Five litre demon cleaner rolling down the block
Burnt rubber one hundred metres shows you what it has got
Feeling like Jackie Stewart when I pull up to the spot
I might be under the gun, might be on the run
But I won't have to walk
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
I've got the fox
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4. |
Pressure Cooker
04:35
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There's no way around it
It's time we had a talk
Don't act like there's nothing to see here
We've gotta find a way to make it stop
The fighting out in the streets
Of cities built on lies and deceit
Now we're really feeling the heat
Feels like we're living in a
Pressure cooker
Pressure cooker
Elect a heathen to lead you
Expect a world of sin
They say that the kingdom of heaven
Only lies beneath the souls of those who seek to find
A higher road to walk
A taller wall to climb
No time to turn a blind eye
When we're living in a
Pressure cooker
Pressure cooker
Pressure cooker
Pressure cooker
Pressure
Pressure cooker
Pressure cooker
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5. |
King for a Day
04:22
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If I was king for a day
Think what the people would say
If they heard it from me that by royal decree
"We're lowering taxes, for all of the classes"
I'd listen and I'd take heed
Try to be what I think the people need
Be it a benevolent leader or a mean mistreater
If I was king for a day
I would let all the little children play
And I'd be sure to make haste
Cause I can't afford to waste
Even one single
Hour to consolidate my power
If I was king for a day
I would gather leaders from the west and east
To convene for a spectacular feast
With a spread so pleasant
I'd serve quails' eggs and pheasant
To be enjoyed while we ponder ploys
To subjugate the peasants
Temptation of control it never changes
It's a story that's been told throughout the ages
By those who lived and died by the sword
Marched into the mire by kings and lords
A legacy of spite and subjugation
Of wretched acts far beyond redemption
Was never in the plan when it all began
But the road to hell is paved with good intention
They say that power corrupts
Is it true, as it seems
That absolute power corrupts absolutely
Would it all go to my head?
Would it all go to my head?
If I was king for a day
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The fork-tailed Victor
Has flown its final flight
Off to touch the face of God
Journeyed to the sky
Gone are the days when Handley-Page
Would climb away to fight
For the lives of you and I
Tireless travels belting through the night and day
Outline of a delta that you can't mistake
Cratered fields reminders of the trails blazed
The wayward Vulcan howls and it sings
Like a gypsy moth held aloft on steel wings
And the fiery rage that XH-558 would bring
Will never be seen again
The lofty rise of British steel into the air
Sadly missed by watchful eyes who stared
Stricken down by metal fatigue so far beyond repair
A quad of Olympus engines roar
As the metal giant soars
Off the earth on which we trod
To touch the face of God
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7. |
Easy
05:00
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I could have been a gambling man
If I had found the right cards to play
To make the wheel spin another day
It could have been that Easy
Might have been a diplomat
Putting forth propositions with tact
If not for the poise I lacked
To make them think they need me
Just to think what might have been
Another fixture on the scene,
An empty-headed philistine
If only it had been easy
Could have been a real bad man
A calculating evil doer
A night-stalking saboteur
No one would even see me
Had I been a rhapsodist
I might have put the right words to a score
To pass on tales of love and war
Had I thought you'd all believe me
Just to think what might have been
Another cog in the machine
But a no-one with a dream
If only it had been easy
If only it had been easy
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8. |
Shaking in my Boots
04:37
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Tell me what you're thinking
Crossing over solid lines
I would have thought you were drinking
If I wasn't up front the whole time
It seems you've got no business
Holding your foot to the floor
Got me clutching the chicken handle above the door
And I don't think I want to ride shotgun anymore
Keep both hands on the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
It's too late to stop now
When we've got so far to go
You've got me shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
We've had a brush with death an hour
Ever since we hit the streets
And from the back they're screaming louder
About the troubles that they see
On the third day of driving
Across the eastern shield
I'm gonna tell you how I really feel
I'd better tell you how I really feel
Did I not already mention
To keep both eyes on the road
Stay at full attention
You gon' get us where we're going
You've got my shaking in my boots
How 'bout you sit on the left
And I'll stick to the right
If you keep it on the gas
We might make it through the night
If I hadn't lost my license
I might be the one to drive
But they caught me doing one-twenty in a thirty-five
Keep both hands on the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
It's too late to stop now
When we've got so far to go
You've got me shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
Shaking in my boots
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9. |
Only Love
05:51
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How many tears have been shed?
How many wars have been fought?
Too often we forget
The one thing that we've got
In trying times we walk the line
Of hopefulness and despair
Just to find it's always there
Only love conquers all
With your backs to the wall
Only love conquers all
Will you answer the call?
Crooked fools at the reins
Holding in their hands our fate
Logic waxes and wanes
And destruction lies in their wake
In trying times we walk the line
Of hopefulness and despair
Just to find it's always there
Only love conquers all
With your backs to the wall
Only love conquers all
Will you answer the call?
Only love conquers all
Only love conquers all
With your backs to the wall
Only love conquers all
Will you answer the call?
Only love conquers all
Will you answer the call?
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