1. Stage Fright
Well I get a little frightened, and I get a little mean.
But the way that I see it, it's just part of the scene.
So I get a little shaky, and I get a little high.
It's just part of my life, so don't ask me why.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
Well how can I control it? How can I survive?
Got to try and hold it, got to keep it alive.
Well for ages and ages, man has felt the same:
"If you can't pay the price, then you can't play the game".
Well, I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
Well I get a little frightened, and I get a little mean.
But the way that I see it, it's just part of the scene.
So I get a little shaky, and I get a little high.
It's just part of my life, so don't ask me why.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
I get stage fright.
Stage fright.
Stage fright.
Stage fright.
2. Deadly Dancer
The machine gun two step, the .38 caliber rag,
The blackjack fox-trot, are my favorite bag.
Razor wits and late night hits, are my claim to fame.
I'm the deadly dancer, Legs Diamond is my name.
Legs Diamond,
Deadly dancer.
Legs Diamond,
Midnight prancer.
It'll take a month of Sundays, before they can catch this cat.
Life could end for them, at the drop of my hat.
Life's just another ballroom, I dance it hot and fast.
A midnight waltz with me, just might be your last.
Legs Diamond,
Deadly dancer.
Legs Diamond,
Midnight prancer.
Legs Diamond,
Deadly dancer.
Legs Diamond,
Midnight prancer.
Legs Diamond,
Deadly dancer.
Legs Diamond,
Midnight prancer. |
3. Rat Race
Lyin', cryin', it's all a game,
But we can't decide who's to blame.
No pride, no passion, no social grace,
We're all rats in this endless race.
Striving, thriving, a lifetimes work,
You end up a soda jerk.
Hard times dumped into your lap,
A nice crisp, facial slap.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
Crust of bread, and piece of cheese,
This race is run upon your knees.
A wife who keeps you on your toes,
A ruthless boss who browns your nose.
Chance of winning is so remote,
Stick your fingers on down your throat.
Life's a wheel and you're a spoke,
Bitter dreams on which you choke.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
Lyin', cryin', it's all a game,
But we can't decide who's to blame.
No pride, no passion, no social grace,
We're all rats in this endless race.
Striving, thriving, a lifetime's work,
You end up a soda jerk.
Hard times dumped into your lap,
A nice crisp, facial slap.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
4. Rock And Roll Man
Singin' to the ladies, tryin' to make 'em smile.
Telling me they love me, but only for awhile.
I Hear their screams of passion, or are they screams of pain,
Of hearts that I have broken, love's money spent in vain.
I'm a rock & roll man, I give what I can.
But I'm leavin' in the morning, so I'll hope you'll understand.
I live and breath my music, my food is your applause.
Your hungry eyes seduce me, your hands turn into claws.
I look into your lonely eyes, reach out to touch your hands.
That's all that I can offer you, my life is with the band.
So you can see,
I got to be free.
I have to be a loner,
'Cause my life is not my own, no, no.
I'm a rock & roll man, I give what I can.
But I'm leavin' in the morning, so I'll hope you'll understand.
I'm a rock & roll man, rock & roll man,
I give, I give what I can.
But I'm leavin' in the morning, leaving in the morning.
So I'll hope you'll understand.
Yeah... |
