What's your game
Alright you've got it
Take your aim
Alright you shot it

It's been so long your welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends

Do you know the score
Alright I hear you
I would make a play for sure
If I could only get near you

It's been so long your welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends

What's your name
I can't forget it
I've been there and back again
And I will never regret it

It's been so long your welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends

Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...

Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff

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Walking down the street last night
I struck a light
But no one could have seen me without second sight
Taking flight
Handle me with care I'm dynamite

Looking for some place to hide
A voice inside
Said leave this boy alone so you can take a ride
Step aside
If you take me for a fool I'm cyanide

Just like a raging storm
No one can break the fall
They're trying to take us over
Our backs are against the wall

I try and turn my face away
But that's OK
Cos one way or another you may find that it will ricochet
Anyway
They say every dog will have his day

Just like a raging storm
No one can break the fall
They're trying to take us over
But our backs are against the wall

Standing next to heaven's gate
Just can't relate
Unable to remember who was on the slate
Get it straight
Before it gets too hard to operate

Do you want to be an angel,
Do you wanna be an angel
Do you wanna be a star
Do you wanna play some magic
On my guitar
Do you wanna be a poet
Do you wanna be my string
You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover
You could even be the
Man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player
Do you wanna be the string
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing

You see it really doesn't matter
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised
Still...you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow
Where I lay my head
Do you wanna be the feathers
Lying on my bed
Do you wanna be the cover
Of a magazine
Create a scene

Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the singer
Do you wanna be the song
Let me tell you something
You just couldn't be more wrong

You see I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense
Still...you turn me on

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