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Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside! Come inside! There behind a glass is a real blade of grass be careful as you pass. Move along! Move along! Come inside, the show's about to start guaranteed to blow your head apart Rest assured you'll get your money's worth The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth. You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo. You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll .... Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies Come inside the shows about to start Guaranteed to blow your head apart You gotta see the show It's a dynamo You gotta see the show It's rock and roll Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline Will perform on guillotine What a scene! What a scene! Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand to Alexander's Ragtime Band Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show! Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool Seven virgins and a mule Keep it cool. Keep it cool. We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown were exclusively our own, All our own. All our own. Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show! See the show!Tiger In A Spotlight
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--- instrumental ---Touch And Go
Man in the street nowhere to sleep No time for nothing no Patek Phillipe Pedal to the metal Blow by Blow You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go They're leaving you nothing and nowhere to go Just put you in the corner like an old banjo The strings are breakin' but you can't say no You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go Systematic one man show You're caught up in the middle where the four winds blow No salvation 20 below You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go All systems go friend or foe It's all dependin' on the dice you throw Come without a warning like a U.F.O. You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go You see this woman on a T.V. show She's drippin' in diamonds from head to toe They make you believe it's the status quo You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go All systems go friend or foe It's all dependin' on the dice you throw Come without a warning like a U.F.O. You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and goKnife Edge
Just a step cried the sad man Take a look down at the madman Theatre kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason From the flight of the seagull Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence As we all kneel pray for guidance Tread the road cross the abyss Take a look down at the madness On the streets of the city Only spectres still have pity Patient queues for the gallows Sing the praises of the hallowed Our machines feed the furnace If they take us they will burn us Will you still know who you are When you come to who you are When the flames have their season Will you hold to your reason Loaded down with your talents Can you still keep your balance Can you live on a knife-edgeBitches Crystal
Bitches Crystal Knows how you Twist all the lines Fortune Teller Future Seller Of time Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Witches Potion Mixed in the ocean Of tears Mystical Powers Emerge From the towers Of fear Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Evil learning People burning Savage casting No one lasting Witchcraft Sadness Madness Turning in their minds Ritual killings That swear in The shillings to be Heretic Priestess Dwells on the Weakness she sees Tortured spirits cry Ghostly images dieHonky Tonk Train Blues
--- instrumental ---Take A Pebble
Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives.Lucky Man
He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Oooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he diedFanfare For The Common Man
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--- instrumental ---21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man.America
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