Last Good Time In Town - Lyrics - Long Road Out Of Eden - The Eagles

Title: Last Good Time In Town
Album: Long Road Out Of Eden
Artist: The Eagles
Composer(s): Joseph Fidler Walsh, John David Souther

Lyric:
I like to go out every now and then
I can't wait to do it again
But I haven't had the time lately
I like to step out every once in a while
I kind of like to do it in style
I haven't had the time lately

Lately I've been stayin' at home
Stayin' at home, stayin' at home
Workin' the crosswords, turn off the phone
Turn off the phone, turn off the phone

And I dream I'm on vacation
'Cause I like the way that sounds
It's a perfect occupation for me
I don't mind bein? by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town

Well, I could stand up straight, get a real job
Stay up late with the same old mob
But it hasn't crossed my mind lately
Put on a suit, work downtown
Moon come up when the sun goes down
No, I haven't had the time lately

Lately I've been stayin' at home
Stayin' at home, stayin' at home
Closin' the curtains, play jazz on trombone
Jazz on trombone, jazz on trombone

And I dream I'm on vacation
No, you won't see me around
It's a perfect situation for me
I don't mind bein? by myself
'Cause I know you'll come on down
It's the last good time in town

Lately I've been stayin' at home
Stayin' at home, stayin' at home
Workin' the crosswords, turn off the phone
Turn off the phone, turn off the phone

And I dream I'm on vacation
'Cause I like the way that sounds
It's a perfect occupation for me, yes, it is
I don't mind bein? by myself
If you don't see me around
It's the last good time, last good time in town

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Last Summer - Lyrics - Start Something - Lostprophets

Title: Last Summer
Album: Start Something
Artist: Lostprophets
Composer(s): Stuart Richardson, Lee Gaze, Michael Richard Lewis, Richard James Oliver, Michael Leonard Chiplin, Ian Watkins

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Lyric:
The Friday sun bears down again
As we drive without friends
And on these longest days we spend
All the time trying to pretend

That our stories could be true
Our chance to be cool
The setting down says the day is through
If only we knew

And we all sit around here in our home town
Listen to the waves as they all crash down
And watch the fire as it slowly burns away
Glowing embers lie across the sky

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer
The view from our last summer

We trace the sun across the sky
And we laugh till we cry
Always so hard to say goodbye
Good bye

And we all sit round here in our home town
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss
The memories, I hope they'll never fad
Glowing embers lie across the sky

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer
The view from our last summer

I would stop time to stay with you
I would stop time so we don't move
I would stop time, I would stop time
I would stop time to keep you

Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer

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Grand Theft Autumn - (Remix) - Lyrics - Take This to Your Grave: The Directors Cut - Fall Out Boy

Title: Grand Theft Autumn - (Remix)
Album: Take This to Your Grave: The Directors Cut
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Peter L Wentz, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

When I wake up
I'm willing to take my chances on
The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you, for you, so

You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'
And that's more than I can say for him

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Someday I'll appreciate in value
Get off my ass and call you
In the mean time I'll sport my brand new fashion
Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon

D'you need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'
And that's more than I can say for him

One, two, three, four

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Won't find out
He won't find out
Won't find out
He won't find out

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

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Grand Theft Autumn - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy

Title: Grand Theft Autumn
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Peter L Wentz, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

When I wake up
I'm willing to take my chances on
The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you, for you, so

You need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'
And that's more than I can say for him

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Someday I'll appreciate in value
Get off my ass and call you
In the mean time I'll sport my brand new fashion
Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon

D'you need him
I could be him
I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'
And that's more than I can say for him

One, two, three, four

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Won't find out
He won't find out
Won't find out
He won't find out

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won't find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

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Mary Jane'S Last Dance - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Tom Petty &Amp; The Heartbreakers

Title: Mary Jane'S Last Dance
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Tom Petty &Amp; The Heartbreakers
Composer(s): Tom Petty

Lyric:
She grew up in a Indiana town
Had a good lookin' mama, who never was around
But she grew up tall, and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on a Indiana night
(Hey eee)
(Hey eee)

Well, she move down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, was more than they've seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
Said, "I dig you baby, but you got to keep movin' on"
Keep movin' on

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again

Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

Well I don't know what I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
Tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' down
Tired of myself, tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take as I come, 'cause I can't stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again

There's pigeons now on market square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
And nightfall will be comin' soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit the last number, I walk to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel somethin' creepin' in
And I've tired out of this town again

Raa baa raa baa ruu, raa raa
Raa baa raa baa ruu, raa raa

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Loser - Lyrics - Jerry Garcia

Title: Loser
Artist: Jerry Garcia
Composer(s): Jerome J Garcia, Robert C Hunter

Lyric:
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me, baby, 'cause I'm holding low
And you know I'm only in it for the gold

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man

Last fair deal here in the country
Last fair deal here in the town
Put your gold money where your love is, baby
Before you let my deal go down, go down

Don't you push me, baby, 'cause I'm holding low
Well I know a little something you won't ever know
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gonna get up in the morning and go

Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on an inside straight
And I've got no chance of losin' this time
And I've got no chance of losin' this time
Well I got no chance of losin' this time

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is, baby
Before you let my deal go down, go down

Everybody's breakin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on an inside straight
Well I've got no chance of losin' this time
Well I've got no chance of losin' this time
And I've got no chance of losin' this time

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Loser - Lyrics - Dead Set (Live) - Grateful Dead

Title: Loser
Album: Dead Set (Live)
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me baby, because I'm moaning low
And you know I'm only in it for the gold

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man

Last fair deal in the country, sweet Suzie
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby
Before you let my deal go down

Don't you push me baby, cause I'm moaning low
Well I know a little something you won't ever know
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gotta get up in the morning and go

Everybody's breaking and drinking that wine
I can tell the queen of diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on the inside straight
Well I've got no chance of losing this time
But I've got no chance of losing this time
I've got no chance of losing this time

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby
Before you let my deal go down, go down

Everybody's breaking and drinking that wine
I can tell the queen of diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on the inside straight
Well, I've got no chance of losing this time
But I've got no chance of losing this time
I've got no chance of losing this time

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Alicia Amnesia - Lyrics - Left Of Self-Centered - Butch Walker

Title: Alicia Amnesia
Album: Left Of Self-Centered
Artist: Butch Walker
Composer(s): Butch Walker

Lyric:
She drives a black IROC with hot pink leather
Got a good butt but can't remember whether
She's a good girl or she's bad or count the sex she's had

Comes home late with grocery sacks
And brother's in his hat, doin' Michael Jackson
Doesn't know her dad, since he dropped her on her head

If there's one thing I can say
Is she takes all my breath away

She doesn't know my name
She doesn't know her name
Every time that I call, she can't remember at all
And that's the last time I fall for Alicia

She got a summer job at the mall in town
Sellin' shiny clothes to the bands in town
Who are trying to be so cool and they always make her drool

Takes all I have to say, ?Hey"
When she's cleaning out the manic, panic, hair dye trays
And I can always bet, she'll ask me if we've met

If there's one thing I can say
Every time that she walks away

She doesn't know my name
She doesn't know her name
Every time that I call, she can't remember at all
And that's the last time I fall for Alicia, amnesia

Every time that I call, she can't remember at all
And that's the last time I fall for you

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Soon As I Get Home - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Soon As I Get Home
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Michael Marshall, Alex Landy Hill, Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Marcus Arnett Thompson, Yafeu A Fula

Lyric:
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home

Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail

I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags
I blast and wonder how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated

Bustas is shady
So I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear, I see it

Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning, baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home

Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home

Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin'
But now you out in the world while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily, words of affection
You send me money and nude pictures, beggin' for some sex

Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled
And my advice is keep it it real or you could die squealin'
Plus I never have to worry about a visit
'Cause you're there daily, guards tryin' to get your number

You don't dare tell me, tongue kissin' steady humpin'
Tryin' to touch you somethin' 'fore the C.O. in the corner jump in
Frontin', late nights reminiscin'
Everybody's quiet, I think somethin's in the air

Prepare for the riot, it's padlocks in my socks
Steel from the bed springs, I touch 'em with thug love
And then let they heads ring, started a war but now I'm gone
Release me to the streets in the morning
It's on soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of C-Low
Take and pick like they keep a C-note
Fillin' my dreams like Nino Brown

The whole town be shook up and me and mama survivin'
Depends on how many rocks, the young nigga cook up
Narcotics got drastic, seen 'em niggas you blated
Wantin' me in a casket on the grind coppin' plastic

Yeah, nigga I heard little Moo gave the word
You get parol on the third, it's all out we just heard
We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin'
My double o's what I'm wantin' and I'm tryin' to see somethin'

That we ain't never had luxury life results, livin' bad
Tricks of the trade, shit that should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do

Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Let's get my money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home

Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get my money out the safe

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The Guidelines - Lyrics - A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles) - Aceyalone

Title: The Guidelines
Album: A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles)
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
Let's begin
Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
To finally reveal the open-end chapter
As real as the flesh that you're embodied in
To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
The course of course, I'm cordial when I'm reportin'

I won't distort, I don't contort
Connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal
In full control of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check
The buttons that flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction
Your structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation mound is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in what is known as beat
Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete
In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump
Rapidly, heart rate, happily marched
I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts
I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow
But it ain't the same though, yo
The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through holes like small rodents
It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the center
Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas hearin' oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline
You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose
And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent

Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then trust no living
Driven by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
From beyond, what kind of planet could I be on?
I don't know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
While many think that they can never play out
Get trapped in a time frame and never find their way out

I stay off the dramatization and I balance
Always seeking the challenge
To show the world the incredible talents
I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces
Worthlessness is just half of the problem
I read the grid kid, I did every column
I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the target

I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground
I suggest that you warn your town
I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory
You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine
Marine biologist machine with the verbal
Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight like girdle, and my word'll be the last

I incubate every other millennium
I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em
I am potent, untraceable
No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts
No heart, no head, just a carcass
The darkest days come, right before the light
I watch my watch and stand right before the mic
By the powers, vested in me, I digested MC's

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung
Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks
When I walk my footprints indent cement
I am not practical nor am I unusual
Nor am I oblivious to, hideous crimes
Every city is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I have become the night owl on the prowl
Master of the free penpal style 'cuz I'm, om-nipotent

I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control
I'm from some big black hole
I square up, select, and rec'd every tangle
I flare up, and you can try, any angle
Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
Then I'm, octagon in the wind with the pollen

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Nothing Lasts Forever - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Nothing Lasts Forever
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): L Lewis, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Lotta times it seem like you ain't gonna make it
Where you wanna be in life
But yo, yo if ya gotta plan
Believe me you gonna get there
You gonna get everything you ever wanted baby, thas ma word

Trust, ma nigga come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers

Cop Ferrari's with navigational screens
Guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit

That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves
Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
100 niggas rush the door with Queens Bridge tournament shirts

Back then, nobody wore a vest
Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot willin'
Look at the chain I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand

Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin'
Half of the crew probably on the island
Project call play puff ball, the hoop was made out of a hanger
Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought

Project life was promised nothin' but to die trife
For steppin' on the next man's Nike's my motto look for tomorrow
Today is yesterday look at the hood now
I'm mad that it turned out that way

Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in
Like 'who's you' when I cruise through
I call Shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends
Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever

Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, 'cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cuz nothin' lasts forever, you know

Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, 'cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cuz nothin' lasts forever

Yo, nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'
Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin'
Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs

Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
Pool parties beautiful view
You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style
Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile

Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses
Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'
Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this
On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless

Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments
Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested
Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia
Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum

You should live, there's only one life that's the physical
Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion

The bitch you love could start to hate you
The shit you use to do escape you
Things that make you laugh represent the past
Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor
Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more

Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real

Everything must eventually come to an end
So try to savor your moments, 'cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cuz nothin' lasts forever, ya know

I said everything eventually comes to an end
So try to savor your moments, 'cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cuz nothin' lasts forever
Ya know, ya know, nothin' lasts forever ya know let it go, let it go

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Wrong Side Of Town - Lyrics - Anita Cochran

Title: Wrong Side Of Town
Artist: Anita Cochran
Composer(s): Anita Cochran

Lyric:
Bobby Little lives on the other side of town
He's got a picture of a girl in a gown
He tells his daddy," Someday you'll see
She will be with me"

His daddy tells him, " Son, it's just not right
She comes from money, boy, she's not your kind
Don't even call, she'll just turn you down
You're from the wrong side of town"

But every Sunday after Sunday school
Dressed in his finest, hopin' she never knew
He'd walk her home then he'd say good-bye
With tears in his eyes

She lives uptown in a big white house
He knows someday but he don't know how
Lord, it's not what he prefers
He'll have to break the news to her
He's from the wrong side of town

He doesn't have money
No, he doesn't have have fortune or fame
He doesn't understand why
He has to live his life in shame

But he knows that he loves her
Can he make her see somehow
It shouldn't matter
If he's from the wrong side of town

Next Sunday it's the same routine
Oh, but this time he's wearin' his jeans
He thinks it's the last time he'll walk her home
Then he'll be alone

He takes her by the hand, the truth he'll face
He knows in his heart she's gonna walk away
But she takes him by surprise
She looks into his eyes and says
" You're from the wrong side of town"

I don't need money
No, I don't need fortune or fame
And I don't know why you have to live
Your life feeling ashamed

Don't you know that I love you
Well, I hope you do by now
It doesn't matter
If you're from the wrong side of town

No, it doesn't matter
If you're from the wrong side of town

Bobby Little lives on the other side of town
She stands beside him in her wedding gown

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Fi - Move On Now - Lyrics - Stars of Cctv - Hard

Title: Fi - Move On Now
Album: Stars of Cctv
Artist: Hard
Composer(s): Richard Archer

Lyric:
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now

Lookin' out my bedroom window
See the planes take off from Heathrow
One by one, they come and go
On and on, on and on

I think about the places I'd go
Think about this place I call home
All the shots and all that come
All around, all around

Red light blinkin' in the twilight
Tracin' at a path right out of here and now
Red light blinkin' in the twilight
Tracin' at a path right out of here and now

Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now

Don't you think it's quiet around here?
Doesn't seem so much to do here
Thinkin' back to this time last year
Good times, good times, good times

Don't you think we stayed for too long?
Don't you think the color has gone?
Get on a plane, it can't be wrong
Movin' on, movin' on

Red light blinkin' in the twilight
Tracin' at a path right out of here and now
Red light blinkin' in the twilight
Tracin' at a path right out of here and now

Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now

Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now

Those [Incomprehensible] empty [Incomprehensible] comes down
Nothin's goin' on 'round here, it's time we left town

Gotta feelin' my love, we've gotta get out
Before it brings us down, down, down

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Back In The High Life Again - Lyrics - Warren Zevon

Title: Back In The High Life Again
Artist: Warren Zevon
Composer(s): Steve Winwood, Will Jennings

Lyric:
It used to seem to me that my life ran on too fast
And I had to take it slowly just to make the good parts last
But when you're born to run, it's so hard to just slow down
So don't be surprised to see me in the brighter part of town

I'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
I'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched me once will smile and take me in

And I'll drink and dance with one hand free
Let the world back into me, oh I'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again

You used to be the best to make life be real to me
And I hope that you're still out there and you're like you used to be
We'll have ourselves a time and we'll dance 'til the morning sun
We'll let the good times come in, we won't stop until we're done

We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in

And we'll drink and dance with one hand free
And have the world so easily, oh we'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life

We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in
Back in the high life

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One Two Shit - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: One Two Shit
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
One, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same
And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time
Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design
I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is eternal when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser

The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come with better compositions
I write and recite to make good position

In this rap game here, we engineer
Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear
And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way
Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray

Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo'
Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour

Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last

Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll

Question
Why is that MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap?
Aiyyo, funk dat

Word to life, I'm comin' rugged
'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love
If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it

Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap
How long did it take for you to see you can't rap?
The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style
It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild

So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing
I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing
Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle

Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar
Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana
We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati

So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else
See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt

Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New York is the town and the team is the Knicks
World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart
Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead
Never mind dat mon here come de dread

We comin' far, far, far
Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far
Ya know ya hear me Star
Bet your bottom dollah

Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow
Whether it be today or tomorrow
Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening
You beat them like they father

Oh, shit, check out what I saying
Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah
You know my niggaz don't be playing
Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time

I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowin' up the spot
Just to represent the Nations

Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah
Go back to the country to go check my grand mama

Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings

But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit, dog sit
Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit

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Donkey Town - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: Donkey Town
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

Her pretty eyes are pretty still
But Jim's got a kind of a squint, yeah
I dug up my last check from out of the mine
Now I feel like I've done my stint

Jim got an army pension
When he walked from the military court
No body ever mentioned
The medical report

She does little things for me
She likes to get the both of us high, yeah
She says I'm a tender-hearted man
Prince charming, yeah, sure, I'm the guy

He likes the wrecker's dogs on chains
And the smoke from the company fires
Diesel oil in the trucks and cranes
And the smell of burning tires

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

There's a purple heart in a silver tin
And a gray .45 in a drawer
Most of the time you can drink with him
But some other time he's just sore

On days when she says she can't think straight
Or she feels like she's getting the jumps
She'll go shoot off her .38
At cans on a Donkey Town dump

It was Friday late and she crossed those legs
She told me flat out she would, yeah
If I could pull up my trailer pegs
We could get away together for good

I sure wish her the best of luck
She's going to need it thinking of Jim
I don't like to leave her stuck
But she's near as bad as him

But I've been around in Donkey Town
Too long, baby too long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long
Checking out of Donkey Town
So long, so long, so long

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Here'S Lookin' At You - Lyrics - Last Night in Town - Every Time I Die

Title: Here'S Lookin' At You
Album: Last Night in Town
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novack, Andrew Williams

Lyric:
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two
This is the last call before the credits roll
The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive
Filtered through tobacco haze it's so fucking intoxicating

The way they glimmer through the grain
And make dysfunction such a fashion
Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal
The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic
Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline

Making James Dean speeches to an empty room
Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
With a note scrawled on a napkin saying, "This is glamor"
This is where Hollywood cues the delusion

That everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes
What America needs is another worthwhile overdose
Celestial bodies constructed on set destined to explode in the headlines
Another dry martini and a methamphetamine Godspeed
Norma Jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill

Play it again for me
The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen
The starlet in the magazine
She looks all right to me
Oh she looks so good to me

But there's something in the way she moves
Like I want to make me want you
Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged
I'd scratch through glass not to be without you, without you

Whole lotta shakin' going on
Whole lotta shakin' going on
Whole lotta shakin' going on

Chicago

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Loser - Lyrics - West of the West - Dave Alvin

Title: Loser
Album: West of the West
Artist: Dave Alvin
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me, baby
'Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold

All that I am askin' is for ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold dollars where your love is, baby
Before I let my deal go down

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold dollars where your love is, baby
Before I let my deal go down

Don't you push me, baby, 'cause I'm all alone
And I know a little somethin' you might never know
Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gonna wake up in the mornin' and go

Now, everybody's braggin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to papa on an inside straight
'Cause I got no chance of losin' this time
No, I got no chance of losin' this time
No, I got no chance of losin' this time

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Loser - Lyrics - Kerosene Hat - Cracker

Title: Loser
Album: Kerosene Hat
Artist: Cracker
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me, baby
'Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold

All that I am askin' is for ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold dollars where your love is, baby
Before I let my deal go down

Last fair deal in the country
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold dollars where your love is, baby
Before I let my deal go down

Don't you push me, baby, 'cause I'm all alone
And I know a little somethin' you might never know
Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gonna wake up in the mornin' and go

Now, everybody's braggin' and drinkin' that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to papa on an inside straight
'Cause I got no chance of losin' this time
No, I got no chance of losin' this time
No, I got no chance of losin' this time

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Last Call - Lyrics - Someday Maybe - Clarks

Title: Last Call
Album: Someday Maybe
Artist: Clarks
Composer(s): Scott Blasey, Rob Hertweck, Greg Joseph, Dave Minarik

Lyric:
It's a late night in this town
It's time to move on
Well, our time, it came and went

Find your coat, find your keys
Find the man of your dreams
And how much money he spent

So, set down your drink
You've had more than you should
Your last chance has just come and gone

Well, she's gone for the door
She looks all alone
Let me know what she looks like at dawn

Last call, again
Last call, do you know where you're going?
Last call, again

There are lovers and fighters at 2:00 am
A big girl named Carol, well, she just left with Jim
And it's hard sometimes to make up your mind
They're out in the lot and she's going down on Jim

So, roll your leg over
Take the bow not the stern
And pray before you begin

'Cause this date's not your mate
And it's not where you're going
But more like where they've been

Last call, again
Last call, do you know where you're going?
Last call, again

Slip a beer in your coat
Keep your arms to your side
'Cause going home
Well, that's a pretty good drive

Keep it under the dash
And watch who you pass
For your first D W I
[Incomprehensible]

Last call, again
Last call, do you know where you're going?
Last call, again

Last call, again
Last call [Incomprehensible]
Last call to me

Last call, again
Last call, again
Last call, again

It's my last call, again

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