"Pandora's Box"
Disc 3 - Album Lyrics


"Kings And Queens"
(Hamilton/Kramer/Tyler/Whitford/Douglas)

Long ago, in days I'm told
were ruled by Lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold. They dared
to bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines,
taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws
when bishops took the ride
only to deceive.

Oh I know I lived this life afore
Somehow know now truths I must be sure
Tossin, turnin' nightmares burnin'

dreams of swords in hand
Sailin' ships the Viking spits
the bold of father's land
only to deceive

Living times of knights and mares
raising swords for maidens fair
sneer at death
fear only loss of pride

Living other centuries
deja vu or what you please
follows true to all who do or die

Screams of no reply
they died
Screams of no reply
and died
Lordy lordy they died
Lordy lordy they died

Live and do or die
they died
Live and no reply
they died


"Milkcow Blues"
(Arnold)

Well I tried everything
Just to get along with you
And I'm gonna tell you just
What I'm gonna do
Well I'm sick of all your cryin
When you should be leavin me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack me bags, I'm gone
Wontcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your ol man ain't around

(Chorus:)
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down

When your ol man ain't around
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
And you best believe I love ya baby
When your old man ain't around

Chorus (repeat)
round and round


"I Live In Connecticut"
(Tyler/Perry)

Instrumental


"Three Mile Smile"
(Tyler/Perry)

take a walk in the warm New England sun
ain't no time to look for clues
you get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun
who be the hand that light the fuse

take a look, take a look at my old billy goat
he used to raise all kinds of hell
he took a dose of radiation dope
back in the barn is where he fell, like hell

Lucy, chromosome
Lucy, superdome

what makes you think you patronizin' my old friends
after you ride in my parked car

what you do when your oil's mexican?
OPEC boys you went too far, too far

Lucy, papadum
Lucy, sing the song

ah, dig it up
ah, live it up
ah, dig it up
ah, live it up
look out


"Let It Slide"
(Tyler/Perry)

Instrumental


"Cheese Cake"
(Tyler/Perry)

i met a babe in a backseat drive-in
back in the saddle she'd sit
pulled on the reins just to keep me risin'
she loved to chomp at the bit

daddy do it, ooh, just do it
daddy do it, please let me see
do it, please just do it daddy
do it, do it, drivin' me crazy

she always walks with her eyes down on her bootlace
she lives to give it away
she don't believe in the right time or the wrong place
she's always liable to say

(cheese cake) looser than her sister
(cheese cake) mmm, her sugar gets me high
she knows I can't resist her (cheese cake)
got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)

(cheese cake) sneakin' out the back door
(cheese cake) rollin' down the lawn
everybody's kissed her (cheese cake)
at the crack of dawn (cheese cake)


"Bone To Bone (Coney Island White Fish Boy)"
(Tyler/Perry)

flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay
his boardwalk mama just a sniff away
underground DMT ridin' thunder train
the coney island whitefish boy is on the run again

ooh, runnin' with the pack
ooh, never lookin' back
ooh, knows just where he's been
that coney island whitefish boy's been there and back again

sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
n' at steeplechase she used to wet his dreams
she combs her hair, that flaming jewel, streaked with clorox bleach
coney gettin' down and dirty, snortin' up the beach

she'd be screamin' coney
she'd be dreamin' coney
go get 'em coney
coney
bone to bone screamin' coney
she'd be screamin' coney

get back in town
get back in town
get back, get down
get back in town

coney
she'd be screamin' coney
best believin' coney


"No Surprize"
(Tyler/Perry)

nineteen seventy one
we all heard the starters gun
New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won
we all shot the shit at the bar
with Johnny O'Toole and his scar
and then old Clive Davis said he's surely gonna make us a star

I'm gonna make you a star
just the way you are

but with all his style
I could see in his eyes
that we is goin' on trial
and it was no surprize

the boys kept kickin' ass
as usual time will tell
but some bitch in the choir
threw waters on the fires of hell
she loved to show and tell
lord she loved to tell

but with all our style

you could see in our eyes
that we is still on trial
baby it's no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no surprize

midnight lady
situation fetal
vaccinate your ass with your phonograph needle
I say lookie here
friend of mine
scratch like you need calomine
flamingo boots
soles a-creakin'
still in love and Puerto Rican too
ridin' on the wheels of hell
smokin' up our axle grease
oh the backstage is rockin' and we're coppin' from the local police
that's right the local police
or the justice of peace

but with all our style
you could see in our eyes
that we is still on trial
baby it's no surprize, no surprize, no surprize, no surprize

rock and roll
junkie whore
got my foot inside the door
knock knock, knock knock, knock
nobody's keepin' score
bad times go away
come again some other day
topaz and sassafraz
will keep the blues away
candy store rock and roll
corporation jelly roll
play the singles it ain't me
it's programmed insanity
you ASCAP if BMI
could ever make a mountian fly
if Japanese can boil teas
then where the fuck's my royalties?


"Come Together"
(Lennon/McCartney)

Here comes old flat-top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got Joo Joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say, I know you
You know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

(Chorus:)
Come together
Right now
over me

He Bag Production
He got walrus gumboat
He got Ono side board
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down
Be-low his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease

Chorus

He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got Muddy Water
He one mojo filter
He say one and one
and one is three
Got to be good looking 'cause he so hard to see

Chorus


"Downtown Charlie"
(Tyler/Perry/Hamilton/Kramer/Whitford)
(Most of this is screaming and impossible to make out, so here's my version.)

Downtown Charlie was the place I loved the fads
Every person was a tripper and I didn't feels so bad
She covered me with roses from my head to my feet
Every time I look at the picture I blow my beat

Well the gang's all here and I'm fellin' fine
Yeah yeah - moldy and coming down around my old spine
It was a countdown
Oh Lord, it was downtown

Sweet Lord, Vicky
Pidgeon-holed lover
How'm I gonna tell her
I forgot my rubber

Peace sign
And I said sit
All I wanna do
Is get on my feet

Na na na...
Oh, the boy's coming home

The base-soaked kind that got it down inside
Lordy I see one, a woman to dance on, on, on...ow!

Downtown Charlie

Said, Downtown Charlie
Said, Downtown Charlie
Said, Downtown Charlie

All that was beginning was beginning a blast
All I wanna do is just give it the gas

Just hope ya'll feel good!


"Sharpshooter"
(Whitford/St. Holmes)

All day reading all your magazines
Thinkin' 'bout your dying day
You're dressed to kill - you're goin' out tonight
Burning up your limosines

You're all right!
You're gonna make sure you know every trick in the book
Lookin' sharp - feeling heat
Like a cat on a hot tin roof

Sharpshooter - Thinkin' that you're young and bad
Sharpshooter - Leader of the night again

Quick as a shot
You think you're hot
Steely as you spot the mark
You're goin' downtown lookin' mighty clean
Willing just to take a shot

It's all right
You're gonna make sure you know every trick in the book
Feeling heat - you look so sharp
Like some cat on a hot tin roof

Well alright
It's OK
Tonight
Yeah, babe you're number one
It's alright
It's OK
But we think you jumped the gun
It's alright
It's OK
Yeah!

Sharpshooter - Thinkin' that you're young and bad
Sharpshooter - Thinking that you'll win the man

All day reading all your magazines
Thinkin' 'bout your dying day
You're dressed to kill - you're goin' out tonight
Burning up your limosines

You're all right!
You're gonna make sure you know every trick in the book
Feel so sharp - lookin' heat
Like a cat on a hot tin roof

Well alright
It's OK
Tonight
You're thinkin' number one
It's alright
It's OK
But we'll make you jump the gun
It's alright
It's OK

Sharpshooter - Take about a moment to please
Sharpshooter - Lookin' for a moment to tease
Sharpshooter - Thinkin' that you're young and mean
Sharpshooter - Thinkin' that you'll win the ring
Sharpshooter (x13)
(fade)


"Shit House Shuffle"
(Perry)

Instrumental


"South Station Blues"
(Perry)

Got no place to run, no place to hide
Sittin' at the railway station
Destination far behind, behind
Live my life for love, love that's hard to find
Some are givers, I'm a taker
Love can make you blind, make you blind

Got no time to lose, time you just can't find
Give a dozen yesterdays to make tomorrow mine
Make it mine
Got one life to live, got just borrowed time
Don't close or blink your eyes
You'll lose your chance to fly, chance to fly

Got no place to run, no place to hide
Sittin' at the railway station
Destination far behind, behind
Live my life for love, love that's hard to find
Some are givers, I'm a taker
Love can make you blind, make you blind


"Riff & Roll"
(Tyler/Crespo)

Hey, hey you! Lift your face off down the ground!
Hey, hey you! With the junkies all around!
Hey, hey you! Would your feelings sound the sand? Ahh

Hey, hey you! With your face on the flame!
Hey, hey you! This is all a silly game!
Hey, hey you! Would your feelings sound the same?

Well, you know you got that love, baby insparation.
And you got that old generation, with your feet down.
Down on the ground, and then you sing songs baby, when you know who's around.
Say baby...

Hey, hey wait! Whatcha gonna do with that whore?
Get your brains, scraped off the floor!
Hey, hey you! what you got in the door?
Yeah, hey, hey you! you gotta let it go! Yeah! Hey, hey you! Whats on in the middle east?
Hey, hey you! why don't you take another piece!
Hey, hey you! Would your feeling sound the same?

Thats it, stay around... stay around!
Who, who who who?
Who, who who who?
Who, who who who?

one, two, three... Four!

Hey, hey you! With the face on the fire!
Hey, hey you! Sing your ass off in the chior!
Hey, hey you! Don't let things go to long! to long to long!

Hey, hey you! With your ass on the ground!
Hey, hey you! Never say you get the sound!
Hey, hey you! What did you think of the sound?
Ooohhhh...


"Jailbait"
(Tyler/Crespo)

Baby, take me, baby, take me, baby I'm drivin' maybe
baby take me . . . .

Take it or leave it on a Saturday night
If what you see is what you get then gimme a bite
Here comes the ladies, they're so insecure
Leave it to the boys and the fool on the hill

Hello baby, yeah it's me, won't be no judge, no third degree
Oh, jailbait
Play the foolin', play the pawn
Wake up baby I'm out the door, jailbait
I'm believin', someone talkin
Can't let go, got the hold, oh jailbait
What it is that you believe
What you got, got up your sleeve, oh
Jailbait, jailbait, jailbait, jailbait
Take it, leave it, roll the dice
You're hot as hell, I'm cold as ice, oh jailbait
Tell your daddy how you do me
Put the woodshed, do it to me, jailbait
Whatchya see in daddy's eyes
Check the voice, ain't no surprise
Jailbait, jailbait, jailbait, jailbait, jailbait, jailbait

Do me, do you, tell me, would you
See me, me too, do me, do you

I ain't complainin bitch's brew
Girls in love I never knew she jailbait
Steep the chase, cold sweatin
Stick your feet up (grace go bed??)

jailbait, j-j-jailbait, j-j-jailbait
jailbait, j-j-jailbait, j-j-jailbait


"Major Barbara"
(Tyler)

Major....
major barbara sits in the feilds
and waits for her crops to grow
she sits in a chair, that she made outta wood
so many many years ago

major why won't they grow
you give 'em water and hope
major why won't they grow

she waits all day,
and hopes through the night
for a new day that might show
a bright yellow sun
that'll make the crops come
and let the old days go

major why won't they grow
you give 'em water and hope
major why won't they grow

major
look out in your field
tell me, what do you see shinin' through?

major
look after your fields
and your field will look after you
yes they do
yes they do
yea yea yea

major why won't they grow
you give 'em water and hope
major why won't they grow


"Chip Away The STone"
(Supa)

you act like a prima donna
playing so hard to get
sittin' so cool and nonchalant
draggin' on a cigarette

you keep a wall all around ya
'n I'll get through some day
'n I want your love babe, if push comes to shove
gonna chip that wall away

chip away
chip away at the stone
I won't stop 'til your love is my very own
chip away
that's what I'm gonna do
sweet little mama I wanna get next to you

you stand like a marble statue
trying to look so hard
all decked out in your antique dress
while the boys all promenade

even a rock will crumble
if you strike it night and day
if hammer I must, I'm gonna get through your crust
gonna chip that stone away

chip it, I'm gonna nip it, all night long


"Helter Skelter"
(Lennon/McCartney)

when I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
where I stop and I turn and go for a ride
'til I get to the bottom and I see you again

do you or don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
tell me tell me tell me the answer
you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter

will you want you want me to make you
I'm comin' down fast but don't let me break you
tell me tell me tell me the answer
you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

helter skelter, look out

she's coming down fast
yes she is, yes she is


"Back In The Saddle"
(Tyler/Perry)

I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again

ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for old Sukie Jones, she crazy horse saloon
barkeep gimme a drink, that's when she caught my eye
she turned to give me a wink, that'd make a grown man cry

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!

come easy, go easy, all right until the rising sun
I'm calling all the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
fools' gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet
no tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back!

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm ridin', I'm loadin' up my pistol
I'm ridin', I really got a fistful
I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up my saddle
I'm ridin', this snake is gonna rattle
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
ridin' high!
ridin' high!
ridin' high! already!



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