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Kinks lyrics - Sleepwalker

Life On The Road

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Ever since I was a child, I loved to wander wild Through the bright city lights, And find myself a life I could call my own. It was always my ambition To see Piccadilly, Ramble and roam around Soho And Pimlico and Savile Row, And walk down the Abbey Road. So I saved all my money And packed up my clothes, And I said good-bye to my friends And my folks back home. And I left for a life of my own. I left for a life on the road. I'm a real hungry tyke, And I know what I like. And I know where I'm goin': To those bright city lights. Oh yeah, oh yeah, This time I'm gonna get there. I'm bound for a life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. When I arrived in Euston, I was little more than a child. And I didn't know then That the dives and the dens Would be so vulgar and wicked and wild. Mama always told me The city ladies were bawdy and bold. And so I searched night and day To catch a kissable lady, But all that I caught was a cold, 'Cause those stuck-up city ladies Didn't notice me walk by. Now I've got holes in my shoes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And I'm livin' the life that I chose. Livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. I want life on the road. Life on the road. I was standing with the punks in Praed Street, When a muscle man came my way. He said, Hey, are you gay? Can you come out and play? And like a fool, I went and said, O.K. Ever since I was knee high, I thought the city was paved with gold. But I've seen so many losers And down and out boozers Who were tired of bein' bought and sold. City women are a tease, But I'd really love to please. Now I've got blood shot eyes 'Cause I've been walkin' the streets all night. And it sure knocks you out on the road. And I'm livin' my life on the road. I said life on the road. Life on the road. I want life on the road. One of these days, I wanna go home, Visit my friends, And see all the places that I used to know, And say good-bye to a world that's too real; Good-bye to a world that's forgotten how to feel. And it's slowly usin' me, And there's no security. Sometimes I hate the road, But it's the only life I know. But I'm livin' the life that I chose, So I'll live out my life on the road. Give me life on the road. I said life on the road. (repeat)

Look What The Cat Dragged In

POISON "1986-96-Greatest Hits"
I went to bed too late and got up too soon My poor head still spinnin' from too much booze I got a foot in the gutter A foot in the grave I ain't seen home In the last three days Oh my god look what the cat dragged in Livin' my life sin after sin Night rolls up and I do it again Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in No tell, motel, hotel bed If it wasn't for the sunlight I'd swear I was dead I got a girl on the left of me a girl on the right I know damn well I slept with both last night Oh my god look what the cat dragged in Livin' my life sin after sin Night rolls up and I do it again Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in I'm late for work on Monday and my boss is bitchin' Can't get out of bed cause my head's still spinnin' My hair's in a rat's nest I look like hell Half alive or half dead, I just can't tell Oh my god look what the cat dragged in Livin' my life sin after sin Night rolls up and I do it again Oh my god, look what the cat dragged in

Number One Man

EN VOGUE "Masterpiece Theatre"
Number One Man Well, five long years and then there it go He met his friends, and took that bonding road Never knew where the road would end up, no, no Sometimes it feels like hell to me, yea I gotta keep it together cuz it's good for me (Chorus) Sometimes you make me laugh Sometimes you can make me cry But I know that I love you Your a very good friend of mine Even though we may have fights We know it's a part of life Wouldn't trade it for nothin' Just trust in me, you'll always be My number one man, yea I have no questions, so there is no answers, uh-uh What's to be, is meant to be, oh yes it is But it feels like treason, every time I reason Found me parting ways with you So tell me, what's a girl to do I guess I'm stuck with you, yea (Chorus) The part of life remains the same That you made me see, just what it means to me To have someone that you can count on When things are right, and sometimes wrong What a small price to pay I bless the day you came my way (Chorus) My man My number one man I said you always gonna be my man, yeah My number one man ohhh, yea Said your gonna always always gonna be my number one man

The Secret Life Of Morgan Davis

His wife is tired she wants to sleep but all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat he wakes and then she turns out the light he tiptoes through the darkness and slips into the night the boring life that he leads of buying and selling stocks makes him feel he's growing old and tired there's no joy in life just the passing time in this boring life he wants the lights the jazz a piece of ass a toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack he cooks the junk in some Gatorade he scores a bag of chronic on the east mlk the secret life that he leads of buying and selling drugs keeps him up at night he's selling cash screwing trailer trash and he's making cash it's a whoring life my friends are all salesman my wife is a slut there must be something bigger I can stick in my butt the IRS is auditing my life's in a rut! And so he's fired his heat he's blowed his blow it's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go he smells like barf his hair's a mess he wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest he stumbles home from a lezzie show he'll be at work in an hour or so he crawls in bed with his sleeping wife just a night to break up his boring life

The Time Of Your Life

Standing there on a road that leads to anywhere Like a child left in the wilderness, standing there penniless Wanting to be the best Here's a place where life runs at a different pace Where love is just convenient, none are obedient And we are subservient Look at me, I'm a girl that some may preconceive Why do they try and generalize, why are they antagonizing me But something I can't control that... [CHORUS:] I Wantcha You know I'll never stop 'til I've gotcha You'll never be quite the same when I rock ya I'm not the kind of girl that you thought I was You'll have a good time 'cause I wantcha I'm breaking down the walls 'till I have you, feel you Show you the time of your life Here we are and I wonder how we've come this far In a world that does not recognize women are victimized What does that symbolize Why do I want the things I usually criticize It may be self destructiveness, or maybe it's emptiness inside But something I can't control that... [CHORUS] You'll have a good time... It's a lonely road, and no one knows the way that I feel I'm not giving up now... I'll never try to justify They'll never understand, you'll be a happy man You'll have the time of your life It's something, it's something, it's something that I can't control The time of your life...

Do You Know?

(feat. The Family) Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'll end up at I just don't know [Verse One: Puff Daddy] I looked back and saw the cat focus, took notice Stayed away from the bogus, til his rise began Phillies stacked his grand played the brokest til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop hot He dream, visualize, plot and scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B Trapped inside of a movie starrin me, so far [Chorus: repeat 2X] Do you know where you're goin to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know [Verse Two: Puff Daddy] Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor Sore from all the pain her body couldn't ignore So far from pure, rotten to the core Either or, for sure, trapped inside the world of a whore [Chorus] [Verse Three: Puff Daddy] Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust [Chorus w/ variations] I been on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on the road of life I don't know where I'm going I just know where I wanna end up at [Chorus w/ variations] Lord can you help me get there Please let me get there [piano interlude, Chorus again]

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