Sunday Papers - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Sunday Papers
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
Mother doesn't go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV's on?
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along

If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

Brother's heading that way, now I guess
He just read something, made his face turn blue
Well, I got nothing against the press
They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true

If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

(Sunday papers)
Don't ask no questions
(Sunday papers)
Don't get no lies
(Sunday papers)
Don't raise objection
(Sunday papers)
Ain't got no eyes

Read all about it, Sunday papers, Sunday papers

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In This Town - Lyrics - Eurythmics

Title: In This Town
Artist: Eurythmics
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, David A Stewart

Lyric:
I could be anywhere else but here
But the rain won't let me go
There's a photograph hanging on my wall
Of a place I've never been to

I'll never make the grade
Feels like Sunday everyday
And I can't stop the rain
Feels like Sunday everyday
What do the papers say?
Feels like Sunday everyday
Get up and go now
Feels like Sunday

In this town
Something's got to change
In this town
Something's got to change
Get up and go now

I'm looking at the world
Looking for a scene
Waiting for a day
Filling in time like I'm digging my own grave

I'll never make the grade
Feels like Sunday everyday
And I can't stop the rain
Feels like Sunday everyday
What do the papers say?
Feels like Sunday everyday
Get up and go now
Feels like Sunday

In this town
Something's got to change
In this town
Something's got to change

In this town, in this town
In this town, in this town

In this town
Something's got to change
In this town
Something's got to change
In this town
Something's got to change

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The Combine - Lyrics - Jam

Title: The Combine
Artist: Jam
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

Lyric:
And life is very difficult, when you're in the crowd

When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are
You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around
I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong
Wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says, I can't

See life is very different, when you're in the crowd

Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was far away
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do

Look, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowd

Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role
It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star
Sunday papers and the dailies, Ena Sharples, Page 3 girls
News at ten, war in Rhodesia, far away in a distant land
But we're alright, we're nice and warm here
No one to hurt us, except ourselves

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Bulimic Beats - Lyrics - Catatonia

Title: Bulimic Beats
Artist: Catatonia
Composer(s): Owen Powell, Paul Jones, Aled Richards, Mark Roberts, Cerys Matthews

Lyric:
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishin' line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishin' line and counted on it

But dreamin' is for moon rise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me

I thought it could change
I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange
I couldn't get there
Behind his wall of Sunday papers
(I thought it could change)
I'd wake up one mornin' and find nothin' to rearrange

But dreamin' is for moon rise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose, rose seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me

And here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where
I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels where
I witness custards last stand
Here I am

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I'M The Coolest - Lyrics - Alice Cooper Goes To Hell - Alice Cooper

Title: I'M The Coolest
Album: Alice Cooper Goes To Hell
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Ezrin, Dick Wagner

Lyric:
You know that I'm the coolest that's ever come around
You'll notice things get hotter whenever I'm in town
I mean I gotta be the coolest, who else could it be?
Everybody knows who's really cool, me

Let's face it, I'm the greatest, Mr. Number One
My hometown built a statue to their favorite son
I mean I gotta be the greatest, I'm just a ball of fun
I mean I'm definitely the greatest, I'm also the coolest

You can't leave a package like me sitting on no shelf
Let me tell you I'm so cool Sonny
I'm gonna save a little for myself

Come here, come here baby, come over here a minute
Who is the coolest? I mean how do I look? Yeah

You can't leave a package like me sitting on no shelf
Let me tell you I'm so cool Sonny
I'm gonna save a little for myself

You know the day I was born, there were these four dudes up on a hill
And they saw this star hanging out over town
And the whole world seemed to stand still
It made the Sunday papers, I guess it proves for sure

I am the coolest
I am the greatest, I am the baddest
I am the smoothest, I'm just the best
Sand dancer come on, ah yeah, right

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Department Of Youth - Lyrics - Welcome To My Nightmare - Alice Cooper

Title: Department Of Youth
Album: Welcome To My Nightmare
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Bob Ezrin, Dick Wagner

Lyric:
We're in trouble all the time
You read about us all in the papers
We walk around and bump into walls
A blind delegation, yeah

And we ain't afraid of high power
We're bullet proof
And we've never heard of Eisenhower
Missile power, justice or truth

We're the department of youth
Your new department of youth
We're the department of youth
Just me and youth

We talk about this whole stupid world
And still come out laughing
We never make any sense
But hell that never mattered

But we'll make it through our blackest hour
We're living proof
And we've never heard of Billy Sunday
Damon Runyon, manners or couth

We're the department of youth
Your new department of youth
We're the department of youth
Just me and youth

We're the department of youth
The new department of youth
We're the department of youth
The new department of youth

We're the department of youth
We've got the power
We're the department of youth
We've got the power
...

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Best Rapper Alive - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Best Rapper Alive
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Derrick Baker, Stephen Percy Harris, Dwayne Michael Carter

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Lyric:
Bring the crowd and I'm loud In Living Color
It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach
Yumi, I'm takin' it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money

I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a Sunday
Watch a football game and bet it all on one play
Still stuntin' baby, yes I'm still flossin'
Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it

Big wheels make it look a lil' bulky
You look a lil' salty have ya' self a chill coffee
Chill out the girls is still out
Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out

I'm busy I got paper to reel in
God, I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod
I hope I'm fishing in the right pond
And I hope you catchin' on to every line
Who am I?

The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me

(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

The heart of New Orleans
Thumpin' and beatin', livin' and breathin'
Stealin' and feedin', peelin' and leavin'
Killin' and grievin', dearly departed erased deleted

No prints, no plates, no face, no trace
Out of sight out of mind
No court no case
Sell his chain celebrate block party second line
Zulu ball, essence fest, jazz fest, Mardi Gras

Shorty bounce body rock
Now he drop now he got
Family cry tell the Fed's tell the cops
Smell the rat comin' back to the house
To the spot tap, tap, knock, knock, who is dat?

Trigga man hoodie man tell the kids
Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal, gun man, blum, blam
Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up
Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up, just call me

The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me

(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs
Smell like a bunch of pussy to me
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em good, fuck 'em long, fuck 'em hard
Fuck who? Fuck 'em all

Yeah, like dat jus like dat, right back
I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track
The quarterback, well protected from the Warren Sapp
The young heart attack, I spit dat cardiac

You can't see me baby boy, you got dat catorax
I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at
Me I got calus on my hands, I can handle dat

It's no problem baby, I so got 'em
It's just a victory lap baby, I'm jus joggin'
And I ain't even out of breathe
The motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing
Who?

The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And they gon R E S P E C T me

(Who?)
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
The best rapper alive
Swagger right, check game tight
And you should be afraid, be very afraid

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Lady Madonna - Lyrics - Love - Beatles

Title: Lady Madonna
Album: Love
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): John Winston Lennon, Paul James Mccartney

Lyric:
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
See how they run

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest

Pa, pa, pa
See how they run

Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

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Charlie, The Methadone Man - Lyrics - All The Pain Money Can Buy - Fastball

Title: Charlie, The Methadone Man
Album: All The Pain Money Can Buy
Artist: Fastball
Composer(s): Miles Zuniga

Lyric:
Living to get his freak on
Sporting his leopard skin thong

Charlie the methadone man plays Sunday nights in a Rock and Roll band
Charlie the methadone, the methadone man

Patience, the name of the game
Waiting on Dr. Kincaid

Charlie the methadone man fills out the papers just as fast as he can
Charlie the methadone, the methadone man

When you're all alone and you got nowhere to go
Better take it slow oh you get so tired of where you are

Kicking his lonely lit brain
Drinking to try and stay sane

Charlie the methadone man chases his tail just as fast as he can
Charlie the methadone, the methadone man
Oh, Charlie the methadone, the methadone man

Waiting, waiting, waiting

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Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) - Lyrics - My Kind of Livin - Craig Morgan

Title: Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)
Album: My Kind of Livin
Artist: Craig Morgan
Composer(s): Tim P Owens, Craig Morgan, Tim P O'Donnell

Lyric:
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole
Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees
He does good deliverin' papers an' cuttin' grass for the neighbors
Except for Widow Wilson, he cuts hers for free
His little hands do a lot for a kid his age

He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money
In the orphan plate each Sunday by his own choice
There's a lotta man in that little boy

Weekdays, he tries to sleep late, weekends, he's up at daybreak
Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek
That dog was like his brother you'd seen one, you'd see the other
Cut one an' both of them would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop

There's the tree that he buried him under
He made a cross from scraps of lumber an' on a card, "God Bless ol' Roy"
There's a lotta man in that little boy

There's a house, down where he goes fishin'
He told his Mom, "Those kids got nothin' and I don't need all these toys"
There's a lotta man in that little boy

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Lady Madonna - Lyrics - Sweet Patootie: Complete Reprise Recordings - Fats Domino

Title: Lady Madonna
Album: Sweet Patootie: Complete Reprise Recordings
Artist: Fats Domino
Composer(s): John Winston Lennon, Paul James Mccartney

Lyric:
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money when you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?

Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlegs
See how they run

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest

Pa, pa, pa
See how they run

Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

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