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Dead Boys
Night Of The Living Dead Boys 
1. DETENTION HOME
2. CAUGHT WITH THE MEAT IN YOUR MOUTH
3. ALL THIS AND MORE
4. 3RD GENERATION NATION
5. CATHOLIC BOY
6. WON'T LOOK BACK
7. AIN'T IT FUN
8. WHAT LOVE IS
9. AIN'T NOTHIN' TO DO
10. I NEED LUNCH
11. SON OF SAM
12. SONIC REDUCER
DETENTION HOME
alone in my room now,
i sit and i try
to think of a reason
why i don't wanna die
i killed a nun just for fun
for 6 weeks they had me on the run
now on my walls i'm writin little poems
life ain't so easy in the detention home.
writin letters in crayon
to all my old friends at school
i wish they'd come see me
but it's against the rules
i killed a nun just for fun
for 6 weeks they had me on the run
now on my walls i'm writin little poems
life ain't so easy in the detention home.
i gotta escape now
i've had all i can take
i'm hopin for weapons
inside my birthday cake
i killed a nun just for fun
for 6 weeks they had me on the run
now on my walls i'm writin little poems
life ain't so easy in the detention home.
CAUGHT WITH THE MEAT IN YOUR MOUTH
Intro:
"Ya hungry? Momma Cass Elliott!"
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Hot flashes burning my brain
Your tongue lashing drive me insane
From New York City to LA
You're known as the hottest lay
Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya' down
You crossed every back in town
From a cheri runaway to a bowery queen
Used up before yer sweet sixteen
Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
Look for love on a one way street
Bedding down with every new band you meet
A stripping and a dancing and buying some downs
Support the latest sensation in town
And while you're performing on your leopard skin sheets
The roadies all keeping the beat
You fell asleep with the meat between your cavities
And a cas of water on the knees
ALL THIS AND MORE
Intro:
"Thank you. We're the wonderful Dead Boys.
Who wants to give us head?
I know what every boy in America's wish is.
He wishes he could be a Dead Boy."
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Can I describe what it's like
To have sex with the light on
And would ya feel right if I did ya tonight
And put the bite on
All this and more little girl
How 'bout on the floor little girl
No time to implore ya girl
I'm just a dead boy
You know that I'm just a dead boy
I wanna be a dead boy
I'll die for you, if ya want me to
Got feeling in my knees that tell me the degrees
I been loved on
Ya got dents in yer head that tell me all the beds
You've been shoved on
All this and more little girl
Suck It
How 'bout on the floor little girl
No time to implore ya girl
Your too old
I'm just a dead boy
You know that I'm just a dead boy
Look at my crotch
I wanna be a dead boy
I'll die for you, if ya want me to
Look out
Eat me whole
A teenage feeling, rocking and a realin'
Now we're doing alright
You got a little girl eye and it's unzipped my fly
You feel so dead tonight
All this and more little girl
How 'bout on the floor little girl
No time to implore ya girl
I'm just a dead boy
You know that I'm just a dead boy
I wanna be a dead boy
I'll die for you tonight
3RD GENERATION NATION
Intro:
1-2-3-4
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there ain't no future and there ain't no past
there's just a graveyard and it's coming fast
well we want the truth, we're the modern youth
history has warned ya of
and we're down to kill
we're the third generation nation
i could make money playing corporate rock
i ain't got nothing, rather live in hock
well we want the truth, we're the modern youth
history has warned ya of
and we're down to kill
we're the third generation nation
nothing's new or hasn't been said
it's all been done before
yet you're all laughing, laughing at me
but don'tcha laugh at me
the better world you tried to build
exploded in your face
yet you're laughing, laughing at me at me
we're the third generation nation
TELL ME (Jagger/Richards)
Intro:
"We're gonna do a song by the Rollin' Stones.
A love song. Tell Me."
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I want you back again oh girl
I want your love again oh girl
I know you find it hard to reason with me
But this time it's different, darling you'll see
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You said we're through before
You walked out on me before
I hear the knock on my door that never comes
I hear the telephone that hasn't rung
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
CATHOLIC BOY
Intro:
"What could a poor altar boy do but sing in a........"
1-2-3-4
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i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i just wanna have some fun
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
and get beat by the nuns
i don't wanna kneel, i don't wanna feel
guilty supression
i wanna beat my meat right in the streets
dominus vobiscum
the kids are passing out in the pew
i'm looking at a hanging jew
don't wanna be no fool
go to no procial school
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i just wanna live in sin
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i don't wanna have to say Amen
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i just wanna have some fun
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
and get beat by the nuns
i don't wanna kneel, i don't wanna feel
guilty supression
i wanna beat my meat right in the streets
dominus vobiscum
the kids are passing out in the pew
i'm looking at a hanging jew
don't wanna be no fool
go to no procial school
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i just wanna have some fun
i don't wanna be no catholic boy
i don't wanna have to say Amen
I just can't seem to get into the habit
WON'T LOOK BACK
Intro:
"Hey we're fuckin great!
Right? Shut up!"
1-2-3-4
"Right now!"
-
all my boyhood friends told me i'd fail
spend my life time friendless or in jail
all the girls at the school dance
wouldn't give me a second chance
but i won't look back
i remember all their social games
gossip spreading talk among the lames
friday night's lonely romance
empty heads with no reactions now
but i won't look back
now i've gone and lost their scene
the only time i see them's in a dream
with all them trying to hurt me
but now they know what i can be
but i won't look back
cos revenge is sweet
AIN'T IT FUN
Intro:
"Here's a song that shows versatility in my voice, says that in Rollin' Stone
This song written by a friend of ours that died. Peter Laughner.
Ain't It Fun when you know we're all gonna die young."
1-2-3-4
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ain't it fun when you're always on the run
ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become
ain't it fun when you get so high that you, well you just can't come
ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
it's such fun... such fun
ain't it fun when you're taking care of number one
ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
ain't it fun when you j.j.j. just can't seem to find your tongue
cause you stuck it to deep into something that really stung
it's such fun
well somebody come up to me they spit right in my face
but i didn't even feel it, it was such a disgrace
i punched my fist right through the glass
but i didn't even feel it, it all happened so fast
it's such fun, such fun, such...
ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a cunt
ain't it fun when she splits and leaves you on a bum
ain't it fun when you've broken up every band that you've ever begun
ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young
it's such fun, such fun, such fun
having a real fun time
WHAT LOVE IS
Intro:
"Who cares?"
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I don't need none of your two-bit machine love
I don't need none of your tender back seat love
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha ta know
I want you to know what love is
I don't need none of you bedroom bruised sweet box
And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha ta know
Want cha ta know
Want cha ta know
I want you to know what love is
I don't need none of your two-bit machine love
I don't need none of you bedroom bruised sweet box
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha ta know
Want cha ta know
Want cha ta know
I want you to know what love is
AIN'T NOTHIN' TO DO
Intro:
"There ain't nothing to do.
This song is about Cleveland and Akron."
1-2-3-4
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I'm so sick of TV
You know, I'm gettin' bored of the tube
And I'm so sick of romance
I'm gettin' real sick of you
Get on outta here
Nothin to do
Going to get on outta here
Nothin to do
Now listen
I'm so sick of FM
I don't play my stereo too
Wanna get out on the street fights
Find me somethin' to do
get on outta here
nothin to do
I'm going to get on out of here
find me something to do
There ain't nothin to do
Gonna beat up the next punk I see
Maybe I'll be beatin' up you Daddo
Look out, baby here I come
In your mouth
Yeah, punch-out
There ain't nothin' to do
I'm gonna beat up the next skin head I see
Then I'll beat up you
Ain't nothin to do
ain't nothin' to do
I NEED LUNCH
Intro:
"Sorry Charlie"
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I-I don't need your company
Girls like you all come for free
I-I don't really wanna dance
Girl, I just wanna get in your under pants
I-I don't wantcha to hang around
Like Jesus Christ
Girl I don't need ya to drag me down, down, down
I-I don't really wanna dance
Girl, I just wanna get in your pants
You try and try
You want we're just more than friends
You cry and cry
You know i'll prick ya' in the end
Look at me that way, bitch
Your face is gonna getta punch
I don't need no cook girl
I need lunch
You smell like tuna
I-I don't wantcha to hang around
Girl I don't need ya to drag me down, down, down
I-I don't need romance
You know, girl, I just wanna get in your stinky pants
Oh baby I need lunch
I need brunch
Girl I need lunch
Feed me!
Yea. Throw your pussy at me. I need lunch. Kotex. Tampons.
SON OF SAM
Intro:
"Here's were we leave now so we can get
an encore but we're going to do one more."
-
last night in the middle of a dream
fiery red dog eyes double beamed
telling me directions of my soul
poured my life inside a bullet hole
i am son of sam
life breathing from my hand
i can't resist, i cannot fight
i've fallen victim to his bite
i have killed six but i'll kill more
sam commands my .44
i am son of sam
death breathing from my hand
take me and strap me
to the electric chair
but you'll never kill me
i'll always be there
look over your shoulder
some dark rainy night
a dull pain will hit you
the sharp canine bit
son of sam!
SONIC REDUCER
Intro:
"He thinks we tune guitars. He's a musican.
This is a song we just wrote about a week ago."
1-2-3-4.
"I need the money."
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I don't need anyone
Don't need no mom and dad
Don't need no pretty face
Don't need no human race
I got some news for you
I don't need you assholes
I got my doll machine
Got my electronic dream
Sonic reducer
Ain't no loser
People out on the streets
They don't know who I am
I watch them from my room
They all just passing by
But I'm not just anyone
Said, I'm not just anyone
I got my doll machine
Got my electronic dream
Sonic reducer
Ain't no loser
I'll be a pharoah soon
Rule from some golden tomb
Things will be different there
The sun will rise for me
Then I'll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
I got my doll machine
Got my electronic dream
Sonic reducer
Ain't no loser
Sonic Reducer, Sonic Reducer, Sonic Reducer, yeah.
Dead Boys - Young, Loud and Snotty
SONIC SEDUCER
I don't need anyone
Don't need no mom and dad
Don't need no pretty face
Don't need no human race
I got some news for you
Don't even need you too
I got my doll machine
Got my electronic dream
Sonic reducer
Ain't no loser
People out on the streets
They don't know who I am
I watch them from my room
They all just passing by
But I’m not just anyone
Said, I’m not just anyone
I’ll be a pharoah soon
Rule from some golden tomb
Things will be different there
The sun will rise for me
Then I’ll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
ALL THIS AND MORE
Can I describe what it's like
To have sex with the lights on?
And would ya feel right if I did ya tonight
And put the bite on?
All this and more little girl
How bout on the floor little girl
No time to implore ya girl
I’m just a dead boy
You know that I’m just a dead boy
I wanna be a dead boy
I’ll die for you, if ya want me to
Got feeling in my knees that tell me the degrees
I been loved on
Ya got dents in yer head that tell me all the beds
You've been shoved on
A teenage feeling, rocking and a realin'
Now we're doing alright
You got a little girl eye and it's unzipped my fly
You feel so dead tonight
WHAT LOVE IS
I don't need none of you bedroom bruised sweet box
And I don't need none of your spoiled ass sweet talk
I wanna write on your face with my pretty knife
I wanna toy with your precious life
Want cha ta know
I want you to know what love is
I don't need none of your tender back seat love
An' I don't need none of your two-bit machine love
NOT ANYMORE
Walking down another cold dark street
I’m waiting for the dawn
Another coffee shop, a blimpie base
A-keep me warm until dawn
The heat from the sewer grate don't warm my bed
The snow ain't cold anymore
Feet are so wet from the holes in my shoes
The churches locked all their doors
But i don't care
Go and push me away
You can't hurt me anymore
Not anymore
I’ll sing your hymns for a cup a soup
So hungry, I don't care
An' how 'bout let me lay down for a little while
In a warm dry place
Or gimme a quarter for the movies all night
I gotta stay awake
Afraid of sleeping and ’m freezing to death
I gotta keep me awake
AIN’T NOTHING TO DO
I'm so sick of TV
You know, I’m gettin' bored of the tube
And I’m so sick of romance
I'm gettin' real sick of you
I wanna get on outta here
Find me something to do
Yeah, get on outta here
Just ain't nothin' to do
I'm so sick of FM
I don't play my stereo too
Just wanna get out on the street fights
Just ain't nothin' to do
There ain't nothin to do
Gonna beat up the next hippie I see
Maybe I’ll be beatin' up you
Look out, baby here I comes
Yeah, punch-out
There ain't nothin' to do
I'm gonna knock down the next old man I see
Maybe I’ll be knockin' down you
There ain't nothin' to do
"Hey, Cheetah
"Yea Stiv"
"Im bored lets go pick up some Hilly Girls or something"
"Alright!"
CAUGHT WITH THE MEAT IN YOUR MOUTH
Hot flashes burning my brain
Your tongue lashing drive me insane
From New York City to LA
You're known as the hottest lay
Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya' down
You crossed every back in town
From a cheri runaway to a bowery queen
Used up before yer sweet sixteen
Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth
Look for love on a one way street
Bedding down with every new band you meet
A stripping and a dancing and buying some downs
Support the latest sensation in town
And while you're performing on your leopard skin sheets
The roadies all keeping the beat
You fell asleep with the meat between your cavities
And a cas of water on the knees
HEY LITTLE GIRL
Hey little girl
You don't have to hid nothing no more
You didn't do nothing
That hasn't been done before
Little girl thought
She wouldn't get caught you see
She taught she'd get away
With her going out on me
Other girls did it
You didn't think of nothing new
You went out on me
So other girls did it too
You can leave little girl
I don't want you around no more
If you come knocking
You won't get past my door
You got nothing to hide
And everyboby knows it's true
Too bad little girl
It's all over for you
I NEED LUNCH
I-I don't need your company
Girls like you all come for free
I-I don't really wanna dance
Girl, I just wanna get in your pants
I-I don't wantcha to hang around
Girl I don't need ya to drag me down
Well I-I don't really wanna dance
Girl, I just wanna get in your pants
Now listen girl
You try and try
You want we're just more than friends
You cry and cry
You know i’ll prick ya'in the end
Look at me that way, bitch
Your face is gonna getta punch
I said I don't need no cook girl
I need lunch
Now listen to me baby
I-you go find yourself a factory man
Girl-you were born with dishpan hands
Well I, baby, I don't need romance
You know, girl, I just wanna get in your pants
I said-I need lunch
Feed me!!
HIGH TENSION WIRE
Living to fast I've got my head in full throttle
I saw a screaming skull in the bottom of a bottle
Can't stand up, honey, got my tongue on the floor
Living out a dream 'bout the third world war
Time warp, baby, that's where I live
Time warp, honey, something's gotta give
Feeling tonight like my brain is on fire
Don't touch me tonight I’m a high tension wire
The girls I see they don't do nothing for me
I’m stuck here all done got nowhere to be
You're looking at me like I’m under the weather
But you'd crawl on your knees just to lick on my leather
DOWN IN FLAMES
Dead boy - dead boy running scared
Dead boy - dead boy caught in a nuclear weird
Dead boy - dead boy gonna fall
Dead boy - to sick to wanna crawl
Down in flames
Down in flames
Red blip, red whine, lock in true
Dead boy, dead boy, line on you
Dead eyes feeding your dead, dead brain
Dead boy, dead boy, always end the same
"alright you unsuspecting schweinhunds of the world here they are,
from the sleaziest catacombs of erotica the damned and demonic - Dead Boys."
Down in flames down in flames
Down in flames DOWN IN FLAMES |
