You're unsure and you're not ready so that must mean I want you. You're unavailable and disinterested and to you I look for comfort. . A million times in a million ways I will try to change you.
Black sheep and a renegade. Hot feet in the cool of the shade. The street jungle and the tough childhoods. Examinations done no good. Got crow bars and hot wired cars.
Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire. Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn. No firewater or novacaine. No thunderstorm, no John Wayne. No kids to rock, nowhere to run.
[Oooh yeah]. Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire. Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn. No firewater, or novacaine. No thunderstorm, no John Wayne.
Some people say I'm only out at night. . Maybe those folks might of got it right. And some people say I drive a Cadillac car. Or sell my wares hauntin' hotel bars.
Got the word, getting ready. Gonna get my pay from. I'm in light. When the action is hot. No town, no city. Gonna be free from the jumping jack. Kiss of life, getting gritty.
Alright hold tight. I really want to ball tonight. On a bender no space defender. A joy on the floor I'll get it tight. Toe to toe with a black widow.
Well the devil may care,. You toss 'em back and be a man,. With the last time,. Black ice,. End of it all, end of the line,. End of the road,. Black ice,.
I'll take the high road. And you'll take the low road. And I'll be in Scotland afore ye. But me and my true love. Will never meet again. On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
The steam is a burning,. Workin' up and down the line,. The pot is getting ready,. He's been working it so hard,. When it comes to lovin',. Big jack is on his way,.
The steam is a burning,. Workin' up and down the line,. The pot is getting ready,. He's been working it so hard,. When it comes to lovin',. Big jack is on his way,.
Well the devil may care,. You toss 'em back and be a man,. With the last time,. Black ice,. End of it all, end of the line,. End of the road,. Black ice,.
Riot on the Radio. Pictures on the TV. Invader man take what he can. Shoot out on the silver screen. Stickin' 'em up knockin' 'em down. Livin' out a fantasy.
Riot on the radio. Pictures on the TV. Invader man take what he can. Shootout on the silver screen. Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down. Living out a fantasy.
Yeah, yeah. The blood in my veins was runnin' right through my brain. There was a cop with a gun. Who was runnin' around insane. Three fifty arrests. No bullet proof vest.
I'm upper, upper class high society. God's gift to ballroom notoriety. And I always fill my ballroom. The event is never small. All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all.
Breakin' balls, bangin' walls. . Work hard and tough, and I want some rough. Unpack my bags, and take a drag. When bang on nine, and. Dead on time. . Open up the door.
Hey, ooh. Let's get the party started. And lemme do your tricks. Ooh yeah. Let's get the joint jumping. The boys need their kicks. . We're gonna shock the nation.
Smiling face and loving eyes. But you keep on telling me all those lies. How do you expect me to believe. Honey I ain't that naive. . Baby I got my eye on you.
On the day I was born the rain fell down. There was trouble brewing in my home town. It was the seventh day, I was the seventh son. And it scared the hell out of everyone.