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Botched Programming:
Locomotive Breath lyrics
Songwriters: Anderson, Ian;
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all time loser
Headlong to his death
Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Oh, oh
He sees his children jumping off
At stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed an' having fun
Oh, he's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
Yeah, yeah
He hears the silence howling
And catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner
Has got him by the balls
Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible
Open at page one
I thank God, he stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
Botched Programming:
THE BALLAD OF DWIGHT FRYE by Alice Cooper
I was gone for fourteen days
Could have been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lyin on the floor
I was gone for all those days
But I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
In the Danger Zone
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I'm gone away
I think I lost some weight there
And I really need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
In a straight white vest
Shaw'd like to see those little children
She's only four years old
I'd give her back all of her playthings
Even those I stole
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I've gone insane
[Extra verse from the Alice Cooper original, sung live sometimes]:
I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
And I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
And so I am not free
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
When I've gone insane
RTP2003:
I couldn't tell if the bells were getting louder
the songs they ring I finally recognize
I only know hell is getting hotter
the devil's getting smarter all the time
And it would be nice to walk upon the water
to talk again to angels on my side
I just come back to show you all my words are golden
so have no gods before me I'm the light
Time is getting closer
I read it on a poster
fanatical exposers
on corners prophecy
It would be nice to walk upon the water
to talk again to angels at my side
I just come back to show you all my words are golden
so have no gods before me I'm the light
RTP2003:
Almost a guilty pleasure. Almost. What a fucking great song........
Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya
Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on
And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear
Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
(James Dean)
[Instrumental Interlude]
And where do we go from here
Which is the way that's clear
Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on
Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on
Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on
Rock on
Hey, hey
Rock and roll
Rock on........
RTP2003:
Didn't have the money round to buy a Morry Thou
Been around and seen a lot to shake me anyhow
Begged and borrowed sometimes I admit I even stole
The worse crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n roll.
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
Suffering convictions on a two-way stretch inside
The air in here is pretty thin, I think I'll go outside
Committed for insanity and crimes against the soul
The worst crime that I ever did was play some rock 'n roll.
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
And you should know
Now I find from week to week the sentence sticking fast
Turn the corner, rub my eyes and hope the world will last
Stranger from another planet welcome to our hole
Just strap on your guitar and we'll play some rock 'n roll
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
But the money's no good
Just get a grip on yourself
And you should know
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