We Don't Need Another Hero
Out of the ruins out from the wreckage can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children the last generation we are the ones they left behind
And I wonder when we are ever gonna change
Living under the fear until nothing else remains
We don't need another hero we don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
Looking for something we can rely on there's gotta be something better out there
Love and compassion their day is coming all else are castles built in the air
And I wonder when we are ever gonna change
Living under the fear until nothing else remains
We don't need another hero we don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
So what do we do with our lives we leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a light or end in the dark give it all or nothing
We don't need another hero we don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
What's Love Got To Do With It
You must understand though the touch of your hand makes my pulse react
That it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl opposites attract
It's physical only logical you must try to ignore that it means more than that
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
What's love but a second-hand emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're close to me
If I tend to look dazed I've read it someplace I've got cause to be
There's a name for it there's a phrase that fits but whatever the reason you do it for me
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
What's love but a second-hand emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
I've been taking on a new direction but I have to say
I've been thinking about my own protection it scares me to feel this way
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
What's love but a second-hand emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
What's love got to do it
Got to do it what's love?
Better Be Good To Me
A prisoner of your love entangled in your web
Hot whispers in the night I'm captured by your spell
I'm touched by this show of emotion
Should I be fractured by your lack of devotion?
You better be good to me that's how it's got to be now
Because I don't have no use for what you loosely call the truth
And you better be good to me
I think it's all so right that we don't need to fight
We stand face to face and you present your case
I know you keep telling me that you love me and I really do want to believe
But did you think I'd just accept you in blind faith anything to please you!
But you better be good to me that's how it's got to be now
Because I don't have the time for your overloaded lines
And you better be good to me
And I really don't see why it's so hard to be good to me
And you know I don't understand, what's your plan that you can't be good to me
What I can't feel I surely cannot see why can't you be good to me
And if it's not real, I do not wish to see why don't you be good to me
Because I don't have no use for what you loosely call the truth
And I don't have the time for your overloaded lies
So you better be good to me and you better be good to me
You better be good to me
Nutbush City Limits
A church house, gin house school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Twenty-five was the speed limit motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays you go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
You go to field on the weekdays and have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays and go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
No whiskey for sale you get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
A little old town in Tennessee quiet little old community
One-horse town you got to watch what they're putting down
They call it Nutbush Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city
Private Dancer
Well, the men come in these places and the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces and you don't ask their names
You don't think of them as human you don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money keeping your eyes on the wall
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money and any old music will do
I wanna make a million dollars I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places and the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces and you don't ask their names
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money and any old music will do
Deutsche Marks or dollars American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar tell me, do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer a dancer for money and any old music will do
Acid Queen
If your child ain't all he should be now this girl will put him right
I'll show him what he could be now just give me one night
I'm the gypsy, the acid queen pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy and I'm guaranteed to mend his aching heart
Give us a room, close the door leave us for a while
You won't be a boy no more young, but not a child
I'm the gypsy, the acid queen pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy, I'm guaranteed to tear your soul apart
Gather your wits and hold them fast your mind must learn to roam
Just as the gypsy queen must do you're gonna hit the road
My work's been done, now look at him he's never been more alive
His head it shakes, his fingers clutch watch his body writhe
I'm the gypsy, the acid queen pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy, I'm guaranteed to break your little heart
If your child ain't all he should be now this girl will put him right
I'll show him what he could be now just give me one more night
I'm the gypsy, the acid queen pay me before I start
I'm the gypsy, I'm guaranteed to tear your soul apart
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