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The unbreakables
03:33
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Alright, alright, please tell me your alright,
I ain't got much to give you but a song.
Alright, alright, oh brother don't be sad,
She's long gone, the game is done,
You're crying all day long
But it's never to late to raise your head.
We could go by the seaside
And smoke a toke or two watching the waves,
Bury beers in the sand
And see if we can find a helping hand.
I remember when you told me:
"Never let anybody bring you down."
Alright, alright, we're not kids anymore,
But we're still like punks sleeping on the floor.
I can still hear your mom saying:
"Boy, go get a job,
The time will come you'll have to settle down,
Before it's too late, and it will be too late
To become a man."
But we're still on this road saying:
"One more turn and we can get to rest."
And there's something in our heads,
And there's always another mile to go.
So we keep on going south,
No matter if it's right or wrong.
Every road can be our home,
Every blade of grass could be our path.
For all the reckless nights and the endless appetite,
I always knew we'd paint a world of bright.
Go as far as you can go, walk as long as you can walk,
Like the day we said we were unbreakable.
Alright, alright, let's have a drink or two,
Crash in a bar and sing along until the break of dawn,
It would be alright if we could drink all night.
Alright, alright, we've been drinking all night
With a pirate with a wooden leg,
And a princess on cocaine,
But it was too late when the police came.
We had to run run run
And leave behind the girls and the liquor,
Or ten million broken bottles
Would pave our way to the city jail.
My dad has always told me:
"When the cops are around, my son, you'd better run.
Every road can be your home,
Every blade of grass could be your path."
So we keep on going south,
No matter if it's right or wrong.
Every road can be our home,
Every blade of grass could be our path.
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Hey honey, I'm calling to tell you
Something you'll probably dislike.
I no more wanna be a part of your life,
I don't wanna live the same old daily crap.
I'd rather be dead, decaying in the sand,
Than spending one more day in your hands,
So please go to hell, say hello the flames,
And stay down there until the very end.
I'll never let you be what you wanna be for me.
So don't say you need me,
You only want me to feed your pride with no compromise.
Now you can hate me, I'm finally free,
The least I could do is to smile.
Hey darling, I won't give you no last kiss,
The venom of your lips, be sure I'll never miss.
It's time for you to learn that everything can burn,
Come and pick up the ashes of your fuckin wardrobe.
I'll never let you do what you wanna do to me.
So don't say you need me,
You only want me to feed your pride with no compromise.
Now you can hate me, I'm finally free,
The least I could do is to smile.
It's been hard times, no more good times,
Only me against you, and you against me.
It's been hard times, no more good times,
Only you against love, and love against me.
Don't say you need me,
You only want me to feed your pride with no compromise.
Now you can hate me, I'm finally free,
The least I could do is to smile.
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Sad men saloon
03:10
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Hey cowboy, where did you leave your horse?
There's no bullet in your gun.
It's a family affair between you and the bottle
Hidden under your hat,
Containing all your strength.
What happened cowboy?
You used to have the key to the city,
You made the girls dance in the breeze,
But the spurs on your boots have rusted
Like so many souvenirs.
When the main street clock will play its toll,
They'll count to ten, the wind will lift up the sand,
And the silence will break, the eyes will close,
The blood, your blood will turn cold.
Do you remember all the melodies you sang to your lady?
Singing: "Oh Betty, you're my baby,
We could live old in this place where no one knows."
How did it feel Mr Cowboy when the bullet split the skin
In the middle of your head?
Was there a light, a tunnel and all your friends
Waiting for you at the end?
When the vultures gathered for the feast,
Your enemies started to sing in the streets.
Hey cowboy, where did you leave your horse?
There's a big hole in your hat.
You must wonder what's gone wrong,
I guess the story would be too long.
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Tonight is the night of the breaking bones and we wanna know
If you're ready for the fight, no matter what is right,
We've always got a scar for you, an angry fist, a broken teeth.
And if you're ready for the fight, we'll meet you there at night,
There's no sleep for the black-hearted, no peace for the wicked.
Tommy had a brother, they used to be as one,
And they could feel each other's pulse even if they were miles away.
They shared this blood so ardently for the love of family,
"If one dies, the other dies." That's what Tommy used to say.
We were born in an armor, we grew up to face the worst.
We have no religion, we're not on a mission.
Street fights in alley lights was Joey's daily track.
"Burn that bridge, nothing to lose" was Tommy's theory.
They wanted to see their names on the neon lights in the night,
They wanted to feel the fear, they needed to feed the fear.
You can hide, we will find you. You can cry, they won't hear you.
There's nothing that you can do, we decide of what is true.
And if you're ready for the fight, no matter what is right,
We've always got a scar for you, an angry fist, a broken teeth.
And if you're ready for the fight, we'll meet you there at night,
There's no sleep for the black-hearted, no peace for the wicked.
But someday, 'brothers in arms' turned to 'brothers of harm'.
"You fucked her, brother.
How could you do that as we're sharing the same blood,
This same blood I'll now have to drain from your body,
You know we all have to pay for what we've done.
Man, you know I love her, and I love you too,
But you stole her perfume.
Oh, brother, I'm afraid, I'm gonna have to kill you."
Joey had a brother, they used to be as one,
But one is dead, the other's in jail, for a girl they couldn't share.
And the dark streets of their little town will only wear their names
Sprayed on the brick-walls, as a burden and a shame.
And if you're ready for the fight, no matter what is right,
We've always got a scar for you, an angry fist, a broken teeth.
And if you're ready for the fight, we'll meet you there at night,
There's no sleep for the black-hearted, no peace for the wicked.
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Dear Mr Rock, how's Mrs Roll?
It's been a while that I wanted to tell you
That I feel pretty close to you,
I really don't know why, all the time,
I can feel your heartbeat.
It's like you're amplifying me,
A battle of guitars is raging in my head.
Each note rebels in my brain and resonates again
Until my feet they start to dance.
Hey hey, Mr Rock,
Oh oh, Mrs Roll,
You always told me:
"Just try, stand for what you like
And be proud of who are."
I feel the beast as you play this beat,
I feel my legs and body shake.
The lights when they turn down,
The first chord ringing on
This verse I knew when I was young.
And just when you'll go through this chorus in the key of "all of us",
I'll start to breathe again.
The truth in your trusty strings made me the man I am,
That's what I'm here to tell.
Hey hey, Mr Rock,
Oh oh, Mrs Roll,
You always told me:
"Just try, stand for what you like
And be proud of who are."
You've made it through the years like nobody else,
Thank you for staying the same.
My best regards to the DJ's who pretend,
But I don't think we're playing the same game.
Where is the "do it yourself",
The home made sense of the art ?
Music must be owned by the one's who make it,
And played in the ears of the free.
Hey hey, Mr Rock,
Oh oh, Mrs Roll,
You always told me:
"Just try, stand for what you like
And be proud of who are."
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Misfits in the pit
03:16
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I live in a village on top of the highest mountain,
At the end of a road where nobody goes,
In the land of the cold nobody gets old,
In a castle made of stones and broken bones.
I live on a rock of gold hidden in the clouds
Where you can sell your soul to rock'n'roll.
Forever looking for the perfect chord,
Wandering all alone, on and on.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
I've been trading all my fears,
Now, there's no way out of here.
So don't worry mama, it's alright.
I live in downtown hell, nothing you can tell,
See how these girls they dance in their lace dresses.
Their sugar lips are red from the fine wine,
They'll give you love and hate at the same time.
I live in a mystic garden at the doors of heaven,
Nothing's forbidden if you wanna have fun.
Fly like an eagle on a living-dead bird
And crash in the sun, because you can't burn.
I live with the scroungers, the bastards, the liars, the rats,
The misfits in the pit, the parasites,
The bandits and vagrants, the ignorants,
I live with the punks and all the junks.
We are born free and out of reach,
Thousands of monsters and dreamers.
The world scares us, we scare him too,
The world hates us, he hates you too.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
Even when I couldn't sleep,
I found some peaceful melodies.
No, don't worry mama, it's alright.
Don't worry mama, it's alright.
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Come on all over and go tell all your friends,
There's a party starting right after this chord.
Bring your wife and your mistress, a pack of booze will ease the cruise,
There's no dress code, no VIP's to hail.
It's gonna be one of these nights that we'll all vaguely remember,
One that goes too fast for all our stupid little drunken brains.
Show me your hands, I'll make you dance. Bring me your glass, I'll fill it up.
We're gonna feed you with our wine, our music pills.
For all the midnight dances, for the thousands of stolen kisses,
For the valiant ones who love to rock and live to roll,
Let's all have, let's all have another one.
Grab this old guitar and have yourself a smoke,
We could play a couple songs so everyone can sing along.
Man, do you still know the words of "60 miles" and "Fall back down"?
The perfect ones to start a night like this.
We want strippers and rockers, five hundred kids in the garden,
Drug abusers, freaks and even queers.
Oh, the only thing that counts is that we all follow along,
And do our best until we need to rest.
For all the midnight dances, for the thousands of stolen kisses,
For the valiant ones who love to rock and live to roll,
Let's all have, let's all have another one.
What if we all raise our voice and fuck everything up,
Will you stay in your seat during the show?
Or will you be a part of it and share with us a drink,
Cause the more we are, the more we will be heard.
Yeah, we all lost our heads in this long and naughty cruise,
But we fed our hearts with the best vibes, we've been the ones with best moves,
And for now it's time to say,
Thank you, so long, my friends.
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