1. |
Heaven Sent
03:51
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Kung fu god and a peacetime punk
Transition period with the beauty of a jet black lotus
Placeholder follow up, ashtray tourist wanting love
And a drunken master bumming for a lucy, standing on the back of a magga dog bluesman
Heaven sent
Never coming home again
Cartoon head and a full length fur coat
Educated properly, riffing on a dead man’s Les Paul
Through a pink tinted calico window, I am outside looking in, yeah yeah
Straight into the mystic killer-diller shindig checking out the ladies doing jelly roll hip twists
Heaven sent
Never coming home again
Heaven sent
Never coming home again
White light breaks upon my pin-up pose
Clear eyed, a caged amateur in a circular spell
The pilot’s a shiny little blond with a handcuff and a gun
What a strange station, they took away my yo-yo, leader of a nation, dying to go home
Heaven sent
Never coming home again
Heaven sent
Never coming home again
Heaven sent
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2. |
Screw City Ambulance
03:11
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A5 C5 D5
Screw City ambulance
A5 C5 G5
Screw City ambulance
A5 C5 D5
Screw City ambulance
A5 C5 G5 E
Screw City ambulance
A C D
ELO kiddies I’m the pinnacle punker
A C G
Spandex Samson hunkered down under bomb threat
A C D
Negative gains, obsolete dreams
A C G E
Campaign arrays, hustler odyssey machine
CHORUS
Ami Emi
Screw City felony hazing
Ami Emi
Too abused and flat broke to ever split
Dmi Cma7 E
Jive paycheck kill switch commando queers
A C D
Yippee skip deficit, subliminal dirty pool
A C G
Don’t steal, don’t lift, stick hick on a bad trip
A C D
Nothing left to say, I’ll be checking out now
A C G Badd11
Sirens parade, yeah, they’re racing ‘round
E Gadd9 Aadd9
Screw City ambulance
Screw City ambulance
Screw City ambulance
Screw City ambulance
Eadd9
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3. |
Erotic Casinos
02:47
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C#5 C#4
From a terminal Nebula
Call me Demon-Stud Attilla
On a mainline mission for your mind
A deadly debutante habit that
Kicks like a strychnine headache
The way they shake it in Babylon
Holy shite
E5 B5/F# D A5/E
You’re bent out of shape, Miss Mannequin
Horsewhip the babes of Hollywood
C#5 C#4
Turn it up
I’m having fun
A E B F#
Alien slave Madonna, puking in a bungalow
A E
Elegant chains, erotic casinos
C#5 C#4
Hey, Lockheed chic fiend
In that M&M bikini
Jackhammer Nazi slut twin peeked inbreed guillotine
E5 B5/F# D A5/E
Charlie don’t surf in plain clothes
Bucktooth berserker allias
CHORUS
F#5 Asus
F#5 Asus B5
F#5 Asus
F#5 Asus B5
CHORUS
Riff
G B
oh yeah
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4. |
Death to the Stinger
02:08
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Pretty little Stinger, be my friend
Waist like a single cigarette
Five feet tall
On tipsy toe
Big as she buzzes, everybody gotta stare
I believe to my soul
My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead
When the Stinger comes to dance to my rock and roll
She crawls like a lizard ‘cross the wooden floor
Tangled hair
But she don’t care
Just make pretend that it’s the worldwide trend
I believe to my soul
My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead
I believe to my soul
My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead
Buzz awhile...
She’s a stick-shifted missile screaming out of the sky
I’m her lean sprung cheetah with the crystal mirror mind
She chase me home
Break my bones
I beg her back make her do that again
I believe to my soul
My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead’
I believe to my soul
My little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead
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5. |
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G D C
Red-lining for my lover
Velveteen triple-clutch custom
Dying for a drink of water
D
Pretty please
Yes, the minute I stepped outdoors
Into the sunlight
Sunglasses fogging up for her
She struck me blind
E F# D E
Temperature climbing
The needle broke off just now
Chauffeur plays dominoes
Draw the curtains down
I’m mixed up, bloodshot
Chewing bubblegum, baby, you’re fine
C G
Ooh, Red line
Bb C
Solo
F Ami
Dear, we got so high
Eb Bb C
It was cool for awhile, but then it was horrible
Maybe after dinner we can go for a walk
Just a couple blocks, wear your knee socks
Red-lining for my lover
Bringer of too much trouble
Gimme a little drink of water
Pretty please
Yep, the minute I stepped outdoors
Into the sunlight
Sunglasses fogging up for her
She struck my blindside
E F# D E
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6. |
Spyland
03:44
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Bsus Bsus/A Bsus
Illuminati interest alliances
Black handed financial gangs
Paranoid monarchs, data divers
A A/G# A/E A Bsus
D.C. ghosts keep me free
D.C. ghosts keep me free
Twenty four hour carnage
Celebrity death hoax trapeze
It’s been a long time since I voted
D.C. ghost, keep me free
D.C. ghost. keep me free
Asus E F#mi11 E
Sideways surfing, false headlines
Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides
Asus E F#mi11 E F#7sus Asus
Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland
Boondoggle trials drag me down
A server-side suicide maze
Witch hunts, phantoms, ephemera
D.C. ghost keep me free
D.C. ghost keep me free
Asus E F#mi11 E
Sideways surfing, false headlines
Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides
Asus E F#mi11 E F#7sus Asus
Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland
Dsus Asus E Asus
D Asus Bsus
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7. |
Crippled Badass
04:23
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Dolled up standing in a shallow pool
Brain dead station, arcade in the back room
Tulsa queen came down with a mouth full of jewelry
We skinny dipped a straight line, we was just passing through it
Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign
Co-Ed’s, heavy meds, an enemy at rest
Pin pricked lame shit all over your neck
A rope-a-dope scam in a gov’t shrine
Here’s hoping you’re all right
Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign
F G
F G
Bb F
Bb G
C Ab Bb F
C Ab Bb G
C Ab Bb F
C Ab Bb G
Bb F
Bb G
ooh ooh la la la la
ooh ooh la la la la
Jacqueline Kennedy surveys from a silo
Bird dogging sickos on the beaches of Iowa
Derelicts in haystacks, gaping wide eyelids
Set free for a day we chased an old high
Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign
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8. |
Headache
01:58
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I have a fucking headache
My skin is flaky and gray
I depend upon a Siamese screen
Days and weeks, what’s the matter with me?
Where I go
Nobody knows
Leave me alone
Good lord, I’ve got a headache
This is kind purgatory
A new invasion tactic
Right hand can’t say what the left shakes
Singing the blues when the satellite zooms in
CHORUS
They are in search of something
Me, I don’t care ‘bout nothing
Whole wide world in HD deception
Hijack the con, better bite my tongue
CHORUS
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9. |
Jedi Zipper Kid
03:42
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C# A
I need a new emotion, ok
F# A B
A wiki leak for my maggot bit brain
A real love and devotion
Not beta bee stings or jelly bean springs
All my horizons are city sims now
On battle-net bandwidths
Tell me why does it hurt so good
To represent the Jedi Zipper Kids?
F# B A
Homeland cop she…
F# B A
Up and got me…
F# B A
Check your 6, can’t slip…
F# A B
Jedi Zipper Kid
The little man made a money coup raining
Drone strikes, acts like it’s natural
I believe he’s a comic book
Hero with a cap gun, I spit on his statue
Buck wild on a pleasure cruise
Gold leaf, dovetail, splinter cell
Embassies full of killer dogs and
Phone hacks and choke hold experts
CHORUS
SOLO
(E) A
Black diamond kamikaze sky
Ami E E7
Vacant angel just let me die
A
Some subterranean manic,
Ami E A
Pious, crooked agents handshaking scabs and liars
E A
Zipper Kid’s hepatitis nemesis
SOLO2
E6 E6
CHORUS
Taboo tombs, tech heaps
Blessed with gasoline…
DBL CHORUS
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10. |
Right Now
04:45
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