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Monkey Business

(Bolan, Snake)

Outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin'

The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones

Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision

Can't close the closet on a shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch

Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch

Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry

I know her act is terminal,

But she ain't gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch

Is always in a circle with his part-time pooch

Little creepy's playing dollies in the New York rain

Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife

Ooh the pain

I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when

The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten

What's this funk

That you call junk

To me it's just monkey business

Blind man in the vox that will probably die

The village kids laugh as they walk by

A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump

And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump

Into the fire from the frying pan

Tripping on his tounge

For a cool place to stand

Where's this shade

That you've got it made

To me it's just monkey business

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business if I got

No monkey on my back

Monkey business

Slippin' on the track

Monkey business

Jungle in black

Ain't your business if I got

Monkey's on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls

Dressed to the society

Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis

Can't get you by that monkey

Slave To The Grind

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)

You got me forced to crack my lids in two

I'm still stuck inside this rubber room

I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind

I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no

The noose gets tighter around my throat

But I ain't at the end of my rope 'cause

I won't be the one left behind

Can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

Can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

Get it?

A routine injection, a lethal dose

But my day in the sun ain't even close

There's no need to waste your prayers on me

You better mark my words 'cause I'm history

Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by

But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side

I won't be the one left behind

Can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

Can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick

They tore my intentions apart brick by brick

I'm sick of the jive

You talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick

They tore my intentions apart brick by brick

I'm sick of the jive

You talk verbal insecticide

I won't be the one left behind

You can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

Tear down the rat racial slime

You can't be king of the world

If you're slave to the grind

I said slave to the grind

Slave to the grind

The Threat

(Bolan, Snake)

I've been convicted with and without reason

Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree

And felt the anger of generations

And been the target of the cheap shots of authority

So you think you cut me down to size

Well there's something you should realize

It's gonna take more than a break in the law

To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed

The end of sacrifice is a threat to society

Hard line, you'll see

Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

I wasn't put here to be treated

Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone

You can sweep me under the carpet

But, I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone

So you think you cut me down to size

Well there's something you should realize

It's gonna take more than a break in the law

To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Won't beg, won't bleed

The end of sacrifice is a threat to society

Hard line, you'll see

Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society

So you think you cut me down to size

Well there's something you should realize

It's gonna take more than a break in the law

To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball

Quicksand Jesus

(Bolan, Snake)

She caught the melting sky

It burned but still the winter passes by and by

To the other side

A slow parade of wind

That blows through threes

That wilted with the season's children

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints

Do we live in fear or faith

Tell me now who's behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace

The symptoms of 'for real' are crumbling from embrace

But still we chase ... the shadows of belief

And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate

Or play the fool for our own sake

Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need where do we go

When we get where we don't know

Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow

When faith's our shelter from the cold

What do we need where do we go

When we get where we don't know

Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow

When faith's our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you

Quicksand Jesus I need you

Quicksand Jesus I believe you

Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away

Psycho Love

(Bolan)

Check out Clementine

Cleanin' needles in her wine

Face down in her one-eyed world

With her brain-dead valentine

She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead

Her sweet corruption

It's gonna make you, gonna break you

Ohh yeah, she said...

Haunt my house of pain

And feel my psycho love

We'll shine and pray for rain

To heal my psycho love

Legs at ten and two

Chain her down that's what you do

King Tut and snake-eyed s!*t

In the pink but screamin' blue

I'll taste your crazy, you smell insane

I'm just another ghost

Inside your spirits hall of fame

Haunt my house of pain

And feel my psycho love

We'll shine and pray for rain

To heal my psycho love

As the warm smooth soul

Chases through the cold silence of a body

A body of touch not feel

One question is she a stone in the devil's garden

Or a speck in an angel dust

Ashes to ashes

And lust to lust

She'll teach you true love

Watchin' you turn blue love

She'll wrap you in a chokehold

And su@k your symptom dry

Beggar's Day

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)

Suzi got an Uzi what a beautiful bride

That's where the trouble began

Will there be any objection or a bloody resurrection?

It's only up to Suzanne

A load of ammunition in her hand

All the way, all the way to beggar's day

She had 'em laughin' in the aisles

Venus Dee in the critical file

She wasn't there to pray

The killing joke had 'em laughin' all the way

All the way, all the way to beggar's day

She vowed to take 'em any way she can

All the way, all the way to beggar's day

Her jealous claim to fame has come

Now, all you beggars pay

Adam's in the chapel and he's swallowing his apple

Wearing out his ball and chain

But things were gettin' shady when the honorable maidy

Broke out the forty caliber rain

No no no no no no no no

Chorus

Get The Fu@k Out

(Bolan, Snake)

Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say

That I wanna hear

The sound of the door slammin' your a$$ out

Is music to my ears

If I can't beat you then

I'm gonna beat you

To a pulp

So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze

Right down your throat

You're standin' too close what the fu@k's with you,

You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo

No need to whimper, no need to shout

This party's over, so get the fu@k out

Get the fu@k out

Well I puke, I stink b!t@h get me a drink

'Cause I'm payin' for the room

I ain't buying you breakfast

So keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips

All around my attitude

Take a walk with me with your triple double D's

And your 40-foot do

Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time

With the boys in the crew

You're standin' too close what the fu@k's with you,

You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo

No need to whimper, no need to shout

This party's over, so get the fu@k out

Get the fu@k out

The morning's comin' and this is my bed

If I find you here when I wake up

The maid is gonna find me dead

You're standin' too close what the fu@k's with you,

You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo

No need to whimper, no need to shout

This party's over, so get the fu@k out

Get the fu@k out

Livin' On A Chain Gang

(Bolan, Snake)

Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go

Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico

A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat

And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets

A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door

H*l!-bent on submission and feedin' on the poor

We could stare into the sun if we would open up our eyes

But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies

Busted on a rockpile - getting dusted in the heat

Shackled to the system - and draggin' my feet

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown

Feels like I'm on a chain gang

A con man's intuition can wash your sins away

Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today

What can he know, has he been through h*l! and back

He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new cadillac

Spitting at the guard dog, burning in his wicked deal

Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown

Feels like I'm on a chain gang

Faith healin', superstition

Cold-blooded criminal mind

Getting off on high position

Hey brother can you spare a dime

To get me off this slaughter line

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown

Feels like I'm on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - another whiteknuckled shakedown

Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang

I'm riding on a breakdown - a suicidal shakedown

Feels like I'm on a chain gang

Creepshow

(Affuso, Bolan, Hill)

Zoned out afternoon

Let's catch "who's on top of whom"

Tell it like it is

'Cause it isn't anyway

Much to my surprise

I caught it right between the lights

My sweet little sister

Was layin' me away

My jaw dropped dead to the table

She put my cool in shock

Crack kills and blood spills baby

But psychos, dykes and transvestites

Are on the choppin' block

Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow

Out on - spillin' my guts on the news

Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow

Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

She filled my boots with lead

Was it something that I said

A picture paints a thousand ugly words

Baby's acting tough

Check out my fisticuffs

That's just what she deserves

I can't flip from the station

Can't unplug what's done

Her six-foot-deep temptation

She nicked my shin, and then kicked me in,

And then she buried me for fun

Oh no - I saw my baby on the creepshow

Out on - spillin' my guts on the news

Oh no - I caught my woman on the creepshow

Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you

My jaw dropped dead to the table

She put my cool in shock

Crack kills and blood spills baby

But psychos, dykes and transvestites

Are on the choppin' block

In A Darkened Room

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)

In a darkened room

Beyond the reach of God's faith

Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed

And the innocense of a child is bought and sold

In the name of the dam*ed

The rage of the angels left silent and cold

Forgive me please for I know not what I do

How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true

Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie

That bears the scar of sin too deep

To hide behind this fear of running unto you

Please let there be light

In a darkened room

All the precious times have been put to rest again

And the smile of the dawn

Brings tainted lust singing my requiem

Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust

And watch it crystalize

While my salvation crumples to dust

Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm

I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore

Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie

That bears the scar of sin too deep

To hide behind this fear of running unto you

Please let there be light

In a darkened room

Riot Act

(Bolan, Snake)

I never wanted to be President

'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah

I didn't want your education

'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of sh!t

You bore me to death, so shut up for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act

While my brains are still intact

You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back

So stop readin' me the riot act

I couldn't listen to a word you said

This goin' nowhere thing is wearin' thin

When your sex, your drugs, and your valid vic'

Is just the spit I wipe off my chin

I'd rather go nowhere than not know where it's at

Stop readin' me the riot act

While my brains are still intact

You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back

So stop readin' me the riot act

I never wanted to be President

'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah

I didn't want your education

'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of sh!t

You bore me to death, so shut up for God's sake

Stop readin' me the riot act

While my brains are still intact

You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back

So stop readin' me the riot act

Stop readin' me the riot act

While my brains are still intact

You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back

So stop readin' me the riot act

The riot act

Mudkicker

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)

We stand accused but you lie

Varicose-veined finger

Prejudiced evil mind

The young get stronger

Free living fast

But you're a sapsucker

You ain't gonna last

Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babes

Taught from birth it's crime that pays

One man's fortune is another man's pain

But that's how you play the game

I ain't the child of your disgrace

You're mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudkicker kick

Ha! here's mud in your eyes

Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury

All rise, 'cause here comes the boss

He's your big brother the silver tongue's doublecross

His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight

It holds the power to your demise

The corporation blue sedan

Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man

He thinks he's got the upper hand

But he misunderstands

I ain't the child of your disgrace

You're mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudkicker kick

I ain't the child of your disgrace

Quit mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudkicker kick

Wow! here's mud in your eyes

Your prestige is clear as day

But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same

The young get stronger, free living fast

But you're a sapsucker you ain't gonna last

I ain't the child of your disgrace

You're mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudkicker kick

I ain't the child of your disgrace

Quit mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudkicker kick

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kickin' me all around

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kickin' me all around

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kick - I don't fu@k around, no

Wasted Time

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)

You and I together in our lives

Sacred ties would never fray

Then why can't I let myself tell lies

And watch you die every day

I think back to the times

When dreams were what mattered

Tough talking youth naivete

You said you never let me down

But the horse stampedes and rages

In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time

Can you look at yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

Is it all just wasted time

Can you live with yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

Paranoid delusions they haunt you

Where's my friend I used to know

He's all alone

He's buried deep within a carcass

Searching for a soul

Can you feel me inside your heart

As it's bleeding

Why can't you believe you can't be loved

I hear you scream in agony

And the horse stampedes and rages

In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time

Can you look at yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

Is it all just wasted time

Can you live with yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

You said you never let me down

But the horse stampedes, it rages

In the name of desperation

Is it all just wasted time

Can you look at yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

Is it all just wasted time

Can you live with yourself

When you think of what

You left behind

The sun will rise again

The earth will turn to sand

Creation's colors seem to fade to grey

And you'll see the sickly hands of time

Will write your final rhyme

And end a memory

I never thought you'd let it get this far, boy