.38 SpecialThe fate of a roving gambler
Is waiting down the bloodthirsty highway
The highway is my home, I'm a rambler
And I have to pay the devil every day
Now if I should owe a friend a million dollars
He knows my guarantee is sound
If we should get hijacked by robbers
1996-05-19-Colston Hall, Bristol, UK01. Chet Atkins Intro
02. Walk Of Life
03. Rudiger
04. I’m The Fool
05. Last Exit to Brooklyn
06. Romeo And Juliet
07. Band Introduction
08. Done With Bonaparte
1996-07-30-Monumental Bullring, Barcelona, Spain01. Darling Pretty
02. Walk of Life
03. Imelda
04. The Bug
05. Rudiger
06. Je Suis Desole
07. Calling Elvis
08. Ole, ole, ole
1996-08-03-Theatre Antique, Vaison la Romaine, France01. Intro
02. Darling Pretty
03. Walk Of Life
04. Imelda
05. The Bug
06. Rudiger
07. Je Suis Desole
08. Calling Elvis
2005-07-16-Milwaukee Theater, Milwaukee01. Why aye man
02. Walk of life
03. What it is
04. Sailing to Philadelphia
05. Romeo and Juliet
06. Sultans of swing
07. Done with Bonaparte
08. Song for Sonny Liston
5.15 A.M.5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed
5.15 AMSnow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmens club
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead
A Place Where We Used To LiveThis empty kitchen's where
I'd wile away the hours
Just next to my old chair
You'd usually have some flowers
The shelves of books
Even the picture hooks
Everything is gone
All That MattersMy darling girl
My darling girl
You're all that matters
In this wicked world
All that matters
All that matters
My darling boy
My darling boy
Back To TupeloAround the time of 'clambake'
Movie number twenty-five
You and the lying dutchman
Are still in overdrive
You're as strong as when you started
Mississippi in your soul
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll
Baloney AgainWe don't eat in no white restaurant
We're eating in the car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white hotel bed
We're sleepin' in the car, baloney again
You don't strut around in these country towns
You best stay in the car
Look on ahead don't stare around
Before Gas And TVBefore gas and TV
Before people had cars
We’d sit round the fires
Pass around a guitar
Remembering songs
When my daddy was home
He’d play along
On the spoons and a comb
Behind With The RentThis didn’t used to be me, old boy
This isn’t what I’d want
pulling old night fighters
in a restaurant
There’s smoke and flames behind me
where the self-respect all went
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent
BerylBeryl was on another level
When she got a Booker medal
She was dead in her grave
After all she gave
After all she gave
Beryl, every time they'd overlook her
When they gave her a Booker
She was dead in her grave
Blood And WaterBlood and water bound to overflow
Blood and water bound to overflow
Well there's no more high water
But the Old Man's just waiting, I know
He was sent up on the levee
Now they've gone up country
They won't do nothing for you now
BluebirdGot crows in my pasture
Rats in my barn
Crows in my pasture, babe
Rats in my barn
If I was you, little bluebird
I’d up and find another farm
I’ve got nightshade in my meadow
Boom like thati’m going to san bernardino
ring-a-ding-ding
milkshake mixers
that’s my thing, now
these guys bought
a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing
sure enough, now
Boom, Like ThatЭта песня о Рэйе Кроке, человеке, который сделал МакДональдс всемирным концерном.
/Boom, ось так!/
Я збираюся їхати до Сан-Бернардіно по окружній.
Моя справа зараз - змішувати молочні коктейлі.
Ці хлопці купили купу моїх речей
І, звичайно, Я повинен добре бачити, тепер.
Border ReiverSouthern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sun
I'm ensconced in mercy , on the border run
We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbs
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In the Border Reiver.
Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to go
Crash, box and leave her she needs the healing tow
Calling ElvisCalling elvis - is anybody home
Calling elvis - Im here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
CameradoCamerado
See that cloud across the sun
Ain't too many places left to run
There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow
Camerado
Camerado
They are fencing off the plains
CannibalsWell he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
He holds on to his daddy's hand
His daddy says sonny you're a big strong boy
You're gonna be a big strong man
And they go play catch they go play ball
They go take a walk along the sand
Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
Living in a big strong land
Cleaning My GunI keep a weather eye on the horizon, my back to the wall
I like to know who's coming through the door, that's all
It's the old army training kicking in
I'm not complaining, it's the world we live in
Blarney and Malarkey, they're a devious firm
They'll take you to the cleaners or let you burn
The help is breaking dishes in the kitchen - thanks a lot
CoyoteLook at me Coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Daddy's Gone To KnoxvilleOh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Yeah, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
When he’s gone
Daddy’s gone down that Gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you’re gonna miss your daddy when he’s gone
Darling PrettyIt's time to come away, darling pretty
It's time to come away on the changing tide
Time to come away, darling pretty
I need you darling, by my side
Heal me with a smile, darling pretty
Heal me with a smile and a heart of gold
Carry me awhile, darling pretty
Do AmericaWell I have been it every since I was a kid at school
Now they love me in Newcastle and in Liverpool
I am as hard as a pistol I can't do no wrong
I've been in Birmingham and Bristol to play my song
Take the 777 to the USA gonna party all night and gonna sleep all day
Seen the New York City cause I never been
New York City in a limousine
Don't Crash The Ambulancedon't often open up
this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these
keys are for
now my tour of duty's done
you got to know
the swutches
Don't Forget Your HatWell, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat
Well, you don't call the action
Done With BonaparteMark Knopfler
Done With Bonaparte
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande armee is dressed in rags
Donegan's GoneDonegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Play that big grand coulee dam
Nobody loves like an irishman
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone
Dont Forget Your HatWell, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that's that
Hey, hey, don't forget your hat
Well, you don't call the action
Dream Of The Drowned SubmarinerWe run along easy at periscope depth
Sun dappling through clear water
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
Far away from the slaughter
Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
My darling, my beautiful daughter
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
EL MACHOYour date has gone home
Now youre left on your own sweet own
Your tough-talkin friend
Split on you in the bitter end
everybody paysi got shot off my horse
so what? i'm up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main
you can come up here
take a look
around these sinners' dens
Fare Thee Well NorthumberlandFare thee well, Northumberland
Come drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
Follow The RibbonThe day’s been a while fading
Seems like we have slowed
My eyes are getting weary
Can barely see the road
Been a while since we left behind the city lights
There’s just a line winding through the night
Yesterday’s lie scattered
Gator BloodHammer on a skillet up they come
Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum
Watch out, people I'm a greedy man
Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood
Chicken on a hotplate gobbledegook
Come on up, honey and take a look
Get LuckyI'm better with my muscles
Than I am with my mouth
I worked the fairgrounds in the summer
And go pick fruit down south
And when I'm feel them chilly winds
Where the weather goes I follow
Pack up my traveling things go with the swallows
Go, Love
I had to leave for certain
I like to come back now and then
Maybe I'm just returning
So I can leave again
The wind comes softly blowing
From the cold grey sea
Golden HeartShe was swinging by the bangles in a main street store
A while before we met
The most dangerous angels that you ever saw
She spied her amulet
And she took a loop of leather for around her neck
And that was then the start
The most dangerous lady on her quarter deck
Good As GoldBeer and wine, waste of time
What have you got handy
Got any whisky, got any gin, have you got any brandy
Don't lock me out
Don't leave me in the cold
If you'll only take me back
I'll be good as gold
Got To Have SomethingWell if you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
If you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
Well I got to have something
Need to get my medicine
Well I can play your fish fry
Gravy TrainWell they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Ridin' on the gravy train
Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave
Ridin' on the gravy train
Past the coal mines black and scarred
Starter houses in the loading yard
On the gravy train, on the gravy train
Hard ShoulderI've got latches for windows
Handles for doors
Grinders and scrapers
And sanders for floors
Rake for the gravel
Chains for the snow
Always got the shovel
Haul AwayIt was a windless night when you left the ship
You never were a steady bold one
I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
I'm a living man and you're a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home
My love's as fair as a girl can be
My wedding ring is a heavy gold one
Heart Full Of HolesYou can tell me your troubles
I’ll listen for free
My regulars trust me, it seems
You can come and see Uncle
to get through the week
leave your pledges with me to redeem
Some folk sell their bodies
for ten bob a go
Hill Farmer's BluesI'm going into Tow Law
For what I need
Chain for the ripsaw
Killer for the weed
The dog's at the back door
Leave him be
Don't feed him Jack
And don't wait up for me
Home BoyHome Boy
Not exactly on a roll here
Just growing old here
Home Boy
Home Boy
You've not been catching many waves here
Not been catching many trains
Hot Or What
She came on the river
With a gift for me
I'm in way deep
That's how it has to be
It's hot in the desert
But I'm cool in the zone
People call me lucky
I Dug Up A DiamondAll The Roadrunning
A million miles our vagabond heels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing
But they don't come for free
I Used To CouldWell, all down the 40 I never used to lift
Thirteen gears, double clutch shift
All those horses underneath the hood
I don't do it no more but I used to could
GMC Cannonball going like a train
All down the 40 in the driving rain
All those horses underneath the hood
I'm the FoolI never thought I'd be the one
To be the raging bull
There'd always be a smoking gun
Who'd up and lose his cool
I never thought I'd have to say
I'm sorry, my love, because
I'm the fool I never
Fool I never thought I was
If This Is Goodbyemy famous last words
are laying around in tatters
sounding absurd
whatever i try
but i love you
and that's all that really matters
if this is goodbye
if this is goodbye
ImeldaShe's going shopping shopping for shoes
She wants them in magenta and caribbean blue
Platinum and buttercup lilac and black
They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back
Imelda baby Imelda baby what to do
All the poor people saying that they gotta quit paying for you
In New York and Paris on the Champs Elysée
Je Suis Desole...We are leaving, leaving
Leaving on the tide
Come and stand beside me love
The water is so wide
You can hear the sailors calling
At the dawning of the day
Yesterday is falling, love
And je suis désolé, je suis désolé
Kingdom Of GoldThe high priest of money looks down on the river
The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold
When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver
He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold
He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers
They circle and spin on their mystical scroll
He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers
Laughs And Jokes And Drinks And SmokesLaughs and jokes
And drinks and smokes
And no lights on the stairs
We were young, so young
And always broke
Not that we ever cared
Not that we ever cared
Let It All GoWhen it’s pop goes the weasel
Let go of the easel
You don’t want
This rickety rackety life
It’s seat of the trousers
It’s all sink or swim, son
I’d kill to get crimson
On this palette knife
Madame Geneva'sI’m a maker of ballads right pretty
I write theme right here in the street
You can buy theme all over the city
Yours for a penny a sheet
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
Out of the dens of Gin Lane
I’ll write up a scene on a counter
Confessions and sins in the main,
MarbletownRoll out here mister
If you need a little rest
Lay me down in Marbletown
A bone yard is the best
There was a bad bull on the railroad
Tried to pull me off this train
Lay me down in Marbletown
MetrolandYearning we were yearning
Green light blinding on the rail
Burning we were burning
And the line unwinding to the Holy Grail
To the future gleaming on a blue horizon
And a golden girl on golden sand
Dreaming fantasizing
In another world from Metroland
Miss You BluesMiss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do
Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do
MonteleoneThe chisels are calling
It`s time to make sawdust
Steely reminders of things left to do
Monteleone
A mandolin`s waiting for you
My fingerplane's working
Gentle persuasion
My Claim To FameWell he's a big star now
But I've been a fan of his for years
The way he sings and plays guitar
Still brings me to tears
I wouldn't want to be a big deal
I wouldn't want to be a celebrity
I spend my life building ships of steel
Nobody's Got The GunNobody's got the gun
Nobody's trying to get the drop on anyone
Nobody's standing out on main street
With the sun blazing down
Saying "There's only room for one of us in this here town"
Nobody's got the be the number one
Nobody's got the gun
Occupation BluesI can get you what you want at the market
As long as you have the price
The colonel is the governor
He steals from his own supply
The jailhouse is full of small fry
Who never did much wrong
All the big fish swam away
All long gone
One More MatineeHere's one of the two of us
In 1954 don't laugh
I keep all of the pictures
Are you going to take a photograph
Here's something nice for you
A dear old thing came to a show
Last time here we did
An interview on local radio
Our Shangri-LaIt's the end of a perfect day for all the surfer boys and girls
The suns dropping down in the bay and falling off the world
There's a diamond in the sky, our evening stone in our Shangri-La
Get that fire burning strong right here and right now
Its here and then its gone, theres no secret anyhow.
We may never love again to the music of guitars in our Shangri-La
Piper To The EndWhen i leave this world behind me
To another i will go
If there are no pipes in heaven
I`ll be going down below
If friends in time be severed
Someday we will meet again
I`ll return to leave you never
Postcard From ParaguayOne thing was leading to the next
I bit off more than I could chew
I had the power to sign the cheques
It wasn't difficult to do
I couldn't stay and face the music
So many reasons why
I won't be sending postcards
From Paraguay
Postcards From Paraguayone thing was leading to the next
i bit off more than i could chew
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasn’t difficult to do
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
Prairie WeddingWe Only Knew Each Other By Letter
I Went To Meet Her Off The Train
When The Smoke Had Cleared And The Dust Was
Still
She Was Standing There And Speaking My Name
I Guarantee She Looked Like An Angel
I Couldn't Think Of What I Should Say
Pulling Down The RideI’ve been under the motor, she’s losing oil
Running on lies and alcohol
I’m going, boys I’m going
Soon as we’re done, we’re pulling down the ride
As soon as we'’e done, pulling down the ride
I ain’t standing you no more rounds
No more stuffing your pockets with pounds
Punish The MonkeyThey’re driving long nail into coffins
You’ve been having sleepless nights
You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse
And checking on your rights
The boss has hung you out to dry
And it looks as though
Punish the monkey
And let the organ grinder go
Quality shoeYou got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand by pair
Radio City SerenadeYou've got to have no credit cards
To know how good it feels
The howling of the bridges
The sidewalks bound with steel
Sitting on the sidewalk
With a party to arrange
May you never change
Redbud TreeHunted down, I came upon
A place of ferns and grass
Gathered to a redbud tree
And now their footsteps pass
Where I crouch in dread
Discovery my certain death
Her leaves reaching for my head
As I suspend my breath
Remembrance DayOn your maypole green
see the winding morris men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
waving hankies, sticks and boots
- all the earth and roots
Standing at the crease
the batsman takes a look around
Romeo And JulietA lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a street light, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"
Juliet says, "Hey it's Romeo, you nearly gave me a heart attack"
He's underneath the window, she's singing, "Hey la, my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here, singing up at people like that"
RudigerRudiger stands in the rain and the snow
Collector of autographs
Names upon photographs
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rudiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
Sailing To PhiladelphiaI am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...
Sands Of NevadaThese tables are haunted
By the ghost of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting
And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away
SeattleAbove the bar the TVs are showing the game
But we're not watching it, we're hardly focussing
Through the windows in the fading day
1st Avenue is turning grey
Do you ever look at me and see another man
Let's get two more beers and try to make a plan
Sometimes it feels as though I have a key
But every time I try it it won't turn for me
Silvertown BluesOn Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side
From the poisinous drains a vision appears
New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up into the dawn
Small PotatoesYou can hire and fire, wheel and deal
Run your streets with a fist of steel
But you're small potatoes
Strictly nickel and dime, nickel and dime
Small potatoes, small time
You can raise an army on a town
Be the rent collector, come around
So Far From The ClydeSo Far From The Clyde
They had a last supper
the day of the beaching
She's a dead ship sailing
- skeleton crew
The galley is empty
the stove pots are cooling
Song For Sonny Liston live 2006so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had
Speedway At NazarethAfter two thousands came thousands and one
To be the new champions, we were there for to run
From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way
It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call
She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall
I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae
Stand up, guyBrew the coffee in a bucket
Double straight man and banjo
If you don’t got the snake oil
Buster, you don’t got a show
Who puts the doh-re-me
In our pockets
Keeps the party going on?
It’s the man
Sucker RowSomebody's gotta crack
A whip around here
Who's minding the store?
Shake it up sell some beer
What's your
Money maker for?
Pay day
We're packin' 'em in
Sultans Of SwingYou get a shiver in the dark
It's a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Tall Order BabyWell, gimme a little loving in the morning
I want a little loving like us
But you wanna get a-loving in the evening
When I wanna get some loving in the day
I tell her that I'm working in the morning
I tell her that I gotta get my rest
She tells me she's a-working on her loving
And she tells me that my loving is the best
The Car Was The OneIn summer ’63 I was staying alive
Hanging at the races, hoping to drive
When they were done with the weekend and Loading the cars
I couldn’t get a pass so I went to the bar
I’m up in the corner nursing a beer
Who should come laughing and joking in here
But Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race
The Fish And The BirdWhen I gave my heart
To a tinker boy
He said a fish could love a swallow
And I will go with my travelling man
Wherever he goes I will follow
He will mend
Your pots and pans
The Fizzy And The StillSunday morning, here we are
The boy’s come home
Not quite the movie star
He’s been in Hollywood
The boy’s come home
The boy’s done good
The Ragpicker's DreamWhen Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker's Dream
The Scaffolder's WifeThe scaffolder’s wife
Driving out of the yard
With a face that’s as hard
As a scaffolder’s bar –
When she goes into town
She might take the top down
On the car
The trawlerman's songwe’re taking on water - diesel and stores
laying up awhile - before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up - to go fishing again - fishing again
welding her rudder - scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly - need time to heal
in the dock - with the trawlermen
I know all the people - there’s nobody new
Time In The SunEverybody wants their time in the sun, time in the sun
You've got it now, your time in the sun, time in the sun
Time in the sun
Time in the sun
Round here you don't get Time in the sun, time in the sun
Don't get the ball, you don't get to run, time in the sun
True Love Will Never FadeTrue love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
I wonder if there’s no forever
- no walking hand in hand
Two Skinny Kids The Everly Brothers are back in town my friend
Will they ever be, they may never be back again
First time around
They all loved their sound
They're back in town my friend
Their daddy took them to the county fair
Especially to see them from Tennessee
They were there (They ... out?)
Wag The DogNow you can do the watusi
You can do it if you try
Any puppy dog or pussy
Can do the jerk or do the fly
Now you can do the wooly bully
But can you pull the wooly wooly
Can you wag, can you wag the dog
You got the shimmy and the hustle
WanderlustBig black cloud
On a yellow plain
Sure enough it
Looks like rain
Packin' up all our
Faith and trust
Me and the wanderlust
We Can Get WildWe're old enough for leaving home
The old Joanna and the old trombone
It's all going on, I'm growing my sideboards long
Hey, you and me can be who we want to be
Listen now, right here
It's gonna be a beautiful year
What Have I Got To DoNow if I was to sing for you
A song you never heard
And give it to you my finest treasure
Would you look at what I bring to you
Turn without a word
Leave me at your gate
Keep me waiting at your pleasure
What It IsThe drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
Wherever I GoMaybe I'm bound to wander
From one place to the next
Heaven knows why
But in the wild blue yonder
Your star is fixed
in my sky
Just another bar at a crossroads
Whoop De Dooif i'm over the moon
it's because i'm over you
a day at a time
and i'm tickety-boo
i don't carry on
the way i used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
Why Aye ManWhy aye man
We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic refugees
On the run to Germany
We had the back of Maggie's hand
Times were tough in Geordieland
Yon Two CrowsPennies from heaven
Don't make me laugh
Here all you'll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
Always at your boots
The mud behind the byre
You Can't Beat The HouseYou can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel
You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man, somebody
You Don't Know You're BornWhat do you know about the hammer and the spike
What do you know about the farm
You don't know
You don't know what it's like
Because you don't know
You don't know you're born
What do you know about the hammer and the chisel
Your Latest TrickAll the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
your latest trick.All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash