I stand at the threshold, the world at my feet. Facing the music, defying defeat. I'm waiting for the right time to shake it. Livin' for the right time to make it.
Hey everybody, yeah. Don't you feel that there's something?. . People on their own are getting nowhere. I am on the road to see. If anything is anywhere and waiting, just for me.
It was the night, it was the night before. It was the night before we met, I sat alone. Right by the phone, it was the night. . It was the day, it was the day you came.
INSIDE STORY. WRITERS. GRAHAM GOBLE, WAYNE NELSON, DEREK PELLICCI, DAVID SCHEIBER,. STEVE CRISTOL, STEPHEN HOUSDEN. . Deadline, the beasts have come to life, the silence has been spoken, they'll have their way tonight, headline, a secret agony, rumors can be proven, there's a picture on page three. Gonna bring you the inside story, run it as a front page spread, gonna tell you the inside story, did you hear what the victim said ? Showtime, and there's anger at the scene, our star is under pressure, get his face up on the screen, wild eyes, as the car is rushed away, your shame is what they feed on, and we read everything they say. Gonna bring you the inside story, run it as a front page spread, get a load of the inside story, did you hear what the victim said, gonna bring you the inside story, play it on the nighly news, doesn't matter how we get the story, doesn't matter who we have to use. If the city closes up their thrill is gone, they no longer hold the keys to Babylon, so they wait in towers built to ill advise, for another famous head to vicimize. Hard time, for the guy who played to win, they claim he's been broken, he'll have to fight to save his skin. Gonna bring you the inside story, run it as a front page spread, get a load of the inside story, did you hear what the victim said, gonna bring you the inside story, play it on the nighly news, doesn't matter how we get the story, doesn't matter who we have to use. Gonna bring you the inside story, run it as a front page spread, get a load of the inside story, did you hear what the victim said, gonna bring you the inside story, play it on the nighly news, doesn't matter how we get the story, doesn't matter who we have to use..
IF I GET LUCKY. WRITER MIKE CHAPMAN. . When I fall down hard I don't break, I just bruise, I get the call to give or take, if I chose, and I keep runnin' night and day if I can't find the truth, anyway it's all the same 'til someone cuts me loose. But if I get lucky, maybe life will be a cruise, if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ... If I get lucky, babe, if I get lucky, babe. I build a wall to hide behind, keepin' low, I need a hole to crawl inside when things get slow, but I believe the danger line begins with you alone, someday baby you might find that its me who's coming home. But if I get lucky, maybe life will be a cruise, if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ... If I get lucky, babe, if I get lucky, get lucky. Well it easy to say some things never change, so why should they change for me ? Though I never tried I can't be denied, I set all your horses free. But if I get lucky, maybe life will be a cruise, if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ... If I get lucky, babe, if I get lucky, babe, if I get lucky, babe. Well it easy to say some things never change, so why should they change for me ? Though I never tried I can't be denied, I'll set all your horses free. If I get lucky, if I get lucky, babe..
Mom, I'm coming home,. So take my picture off the wall,. I'm coming home, I've had enough of being alone.. . Dad, I'll see you soon,. Don't keep me talking on the phone,.
I hope it's not too late to call. I couldn't wait a moment more. I don't know what else to do. I need to ask a favor. . Check behind each of your doors.
I live alone, I'm little known. I'm mad about my lady and glad about the way she loves me. I go away but on the day, hate it to be leavin'. And want just to be seeing my lady.
I was born near the factory, where Henry wrote his name. Sometimes I could hear the whistle blow. My father pushed his headlights, through that northern English rain.
I'm all alone. Alone in this world. I'm all alone. And I lost my only girl. . I'm all alone. Yes, I need some one to love. I'm all alone. Alone in this world.
I don't worry no more, I've given up cryin', it's just like before. People pass by me, who try to criticize me, you're coming back. To knock on my door, I don't worry no more, I don't worry no more.
There's a sweet little girl that lives down the street. Some people think she's square but I think she's sweet. You can see her every day, strollin' up and down the way.
Imagination is funny. It makes the cloudy day sunny. Makes the bee think of honey. Just as I think of you. . Imagination is crazy. Your whole perspective gets hazy.
I'll be around,. No matter how. You treat me now. I'll be around from now on.. . Your latest love. Can never last,. And when its past,. I'll be around when he's gone.
I used to think that making love qas foolish as could be. But when I hit the age of twelve a little girl told me. Just kiss me once and if you don't like it then I'll go away.
A lot of folks have told me. I was pulled 'fore I was ripe. A winter apple picked off in the fall. But even as a youngin'. I was not the bashful type.
I got a hole in my pocket and I can't go to the fair. I got a hole in my pocket and I can't go to the fair. I'm blue cause I had a date to meet my baby there.
(Refrain). Them no caan brain wash i mind. babylon is a system design. but them a killing mankind. but them caan controle me mind. why them a killing mankind.