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Ain't Going Nowhere
03:19
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Ain't Going Nowhere
Sara lives her life down on the boulevard
It used to be so easy, until she fell out of grace
She's a queen in the night standing in the shadows.
Leather jackets, tight black jeans
Hanging out on a rock & roll scenes.
Living this life ain't what it seems
It's turning into her worst nightmare
Living this dream ain't going nowhere!
Johnny was a good kid always did what he was told.
Went to college to get the job of his dreams
Now he wakes up feeling kind of sick, in the middle of the night
Got no hope, Got no faith in the utopian wall street scene
Cause Living this dream ain't what it seems
It's turning into my worst nightmare
Living the dream I Ain't going nowhere!
Living this life yeah- used to be cool
But know I'm feeling like a goddam fool
Living the dream, I Ain't going nowhere- I Ain’t going nowhere, I Ain’t going nowhere,
Solo---
Chris is on the east side hustling vinyl that makes that glorious sound
He’s not getting rich, selling records, at least he’s not some corporate clown
Cause living this life ain't what it seems
It's turning into my worst nightmare
Living the dream, I Ain't going nowhere!
Living this life yeah used to be cool
But now I'm feeling like a goddam fool
Living the dream I ain't going Nowhere,
I Ain’t going nowhere, I ain’t going nowhere, I ain’t going nowhere, I ain’t going nowhere
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2. |
Not Working For the CIA!
03:12
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Not Working for the CIA
They fixed the cost of freedom at the expense of human rights
Whatever they need to do, to justify their fight
They kill them off as sacrificial lambs, it’s just another political scam
I’m not working for the CIA, there might be some hell to pay
But I’m Not Working for the CIA
Reduce them to a fragment of them self’s
Tell them its in the name of progress vindication of success
There’s a clear line leaning to the right, but fighting with the left
Yeah!
I’m not working for the CIA, there might be some hell to pay
But I’m Not Working for the CIA, I’m Not working for them!
Take a look around there’s revolution in the street
Don’t point your finger at the middle-class, inner-city patience is running out so fast
Yeah!
I’m not working for the CIA, there might be some hell to pay
But I’m Not Working for the CIA, I’m Not working for them!
I’m not working for the CIA,
CIA CIA
I’m Not, I’m Not Working for the CIA
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3. |
Call my Name
02:28
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Call My Name
Sunshine shining bright, we got somewhere to go
Sent into, into this world we don’t take it for granted
We live for the best of others
When You Call my Name
Dignity fills in all the shame
Never mind about the results it’s not our concern
We must do our duty in the face of danger
Be Brave and humble forever YEAH!
When You Call my Name
Dignity fills in all the shame
When You Call my Name
When You Call my Name
Dignity fills in all the shame
When You Call my Name, When You Call my Name
When You Call my Name
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4. |
LETS GO BABY!
02:42
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Let’s go Baby!
New York to Barcelona I know what you wanna to
747 sliding into to heaven, Estepona Louie Louie baby
Texacola Danny Boy hanging out shaking street
El Soul Street queen, tonight’s just another Madrid sex scene
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
In the silence of the night, Sid + Johnny fight the fight oh yeah
Barcelona wild child anarchy baby forever, forever,
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
Lets go baby, Lets go Baby,
Let’s Go Ola Baby!
Grenada in the nighttime, Ramones, Sex Pistols fight the fight
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
Andale Go Go Baby, Andale Let’s Go Baby
Let’s Go Baby, Let’s Go Baby, Let’s Go Baby
Let’s Go Baby, Let’s Go Baby Let’s Go Baby
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THE DOGS/DETROIT Los Angeles, California
This is the real Detroit rock Ala The Stooges and MC-5 a resurgence of this Iconic three piece band.
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