B-sides lyrics



ANIMAL (FUCK LIKE A BEAST)
(Lawless)
From the Animal/Show No Mercy single

I got pictures of naked ladies
Lying on their beds
I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion
Starts a-Swelling inside my head
I'm making artificial lovers for free
I start to howl I'm in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a Beast

I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love

I'm on the prowl and i watch you closely
I lie waiting for you
I'm the wolf with the sheepsskins clothing
I lick my chops and your tasting good
I do whatever i want to, to ya
I'll nail your ass to the sheets
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
I fuck like a beast

I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love

Come ride, savage seduction
Ride, ride, ride

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SHOW NO MERCY
(Lawless)
From the Animal/Show No Mercy single

I, I hear the mighty engines roar
And I unleash the savage dogs of war
Ooh, I'm the outlaw that rides

White anglo saxon, a violent reaction
Fire is my fuel, steel and iron rule

Ride on wasteland
A madman's badland
Ride on wasteland
And I will survive to show no mercy

I can feel the cycles as they turn
And I can smell the bodies as they burn
Ooh, the city's on fire

White anglo saxon, a violent reaction
Fire is my fuel, steel and iron rule

Ride on wasteland
A madman's badland
Ride on wasteland
And I will survive to show no mercy

Pain and hunger all across then thunder
Life is for the biggest, it's survival of the fittest

Ride on wasteland (show no mercy)
A madman's badland (on you)
Ride on wasteland (show no mercy)
A madman's badland (on you, on you, on you)



PAINT IT BLACK
(Jagger/Richards)
From the School Daze & L.O.V.E. Machine singles
Originally performed by the Rolling Stones

I see your red door and I want to paint it black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Never see the sight of me that changes every day

I want you to paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
Paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
I want you to paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black

No more will my dream's eagle turn a deeper blue (handcuffed, handcuffed)
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black

Paint it, paint it, paint it black
Paint it, paint it, paint it black
Paint it, paint it, paint it black
Paint it, paint it, paint it black as night, black as tar
Wanna see the sun blotted outside
Paint it black



SAVAGE
(Lawless, Piper, Holmes)
From the Blind In Texas single and Nightmare On Elm Street 5 Soundtrack

I'm a night rider burning the highways, no brakes I ride
Tasmanian Devil, a mean streak as wide as the sky
As wild as the night
Cause I'm a wild screaming eagle
I thunder and roll down the line

No one can see that I got to be free
All that I need's just to ride in the breeze
I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay
Don't tread on me cause I'm living to be
S-s-s-s-s-savage

I'm a fur stroking monster, I'll eat you alive
My heart is my smoking sportster, cross me and you'll not survive
My wheels are my life

No one can see that I got to be free
All that I need's just to ride in the breeze
I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay
Don't tread on me cause I'm living to be
S-s-s-s-s-savage
Don't dare touch me
Five hundred c-c-c-c-c-c-s

No one can see that I got to be free
All that I need's just to ride in the breeze
I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay
Don't tread on me cause I'm destined to be
Savage
To be free, ride in the breeze
No don't you touch me
I'm running today, I'm still bound to stay
Sa-sa-sa-savage



MISSISSIPPI QUEEN
(C. Laing, L. West, F. Pappalardi, D. Ray)
From the Wild Child and Live Animal singles
Originally performed by Mountain

Mississippi Queen - you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen - she taught me everything

Way down around Vicksburg around Lousisiana way
There's a cajun lady called the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer, she moved better on wine
While the rest of those dudes where gettin' their kicks
Buddy, beg your pardon, I was gettin mine

Mississippi Queen - if you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen - she taught me everything

This lady she asked me if I would be her man
You know that I told her I'd do what I can
To keep her lookin pretty, buy her dresses that shine
While the the rest of them dudes was makin their bread
Buddy beg your pardon I was losing mine

You know she was a dancer, she moved better on wine
While the rest of those dudes where gettin there kicks
Brother beg your pardon I was gettin mine

Ohhhhh Mississippi Queen

Look out, Helter Skelter!
Wouah ha ha ha

"Okay, put it up, let's see what we got"
"Man, that one note is a fucking bitch..."



FLESH & FIRE
(Lawless)
From the 9.5.-N.A.S.T.Y. single

I'm the picher you're the catcher
I ain't talking bout baseball
You're a sweet switch hitter
I want it all
Aah, if you wanna play the game baby
Aah, wanna play it right now
I can show you how to do it
I'm gonna show you how

Flesh and fire, fire, I want you
Come on give it to me
Burn me with your love
Flesh and fire, fire, I want you
Come on, hurt me honey
I want what it does

Got a wild one on the wire
It's getting hot where I stand
Catch the heat and feel the fire
Yeah, I'm a major league man
We're gonna sweat and touch each other
I wanna feel it alright
We're gonna push it to the limit
We're gonna do it all night

Flesh and fire, fire, I want you
Come on give it to me
Burn me with your love
Flesh and fire, fire, I want you
Come on take me honey
I want what it does

Come on over now and set yourself on down here
Tell me everything that you want
Aow, come on over now and whisper in my ear
Tell me everything that you wanna hear



DOUCHE BAG BLUES
(No writer's credit listed on CD single)
From the Live Animal single

"This isn't the stuff we normally do for you guys that are buying this. This is what happens when you consume massive amounts of drugs and alcohol"

My mother was a douche bag
My sister was a douche bag
I guess that makes me one too

I got the douche bag blues
I got the douche bag blues
I got the douche bag blues
Lord I just don't know what to do

I sold dynamite to the Arabs
Bullets to the Jews
Whiskey to the Indians
And I'll get you too

I got the douche bag blues
I got the douche bag blues
I got the douche bag blues
Lord I just don't know what to do

Vinegar and water
The drink that I choose
I gotta tell ya brother
Tastes like pussy juice

Time flies when you're in a coma...



LOCOMOTIVE BREATH
(Ian Anderson)
From the Mean Man single
Originally performed by Jethro Tull

In the Shuffling madness of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all time loser, headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train that watched her go
You know he couldn't slow down
No he couldn't slow down

He sees his children jumping off at stations one by one
His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun
Crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train that watched her go
No he couldn't slow down
No he couldn't slow down

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner has got him by the balls
He picks up Gideons Bible open at page one
I thank God he stole the handle and the train that watched her go
You know he couln't slow down
No he couldn't slow down



FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
(Lawless)
From the Mean Man single

The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen
She said "Try to run away, don't know what to do
Do you feel it's real do you believe it's true?
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me

Illusions are real, and the dreams that you feel
I'll come back to you and voice the scream in your ear
She said "Try to run away, don't know what to do
Do you feel it's real do you believe it's true?
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me



LAKE OF FOOLS
(Lawless)
From the Real Me single

Fifty million miles below my feet
There's a lot of people
I'd like to meet
There's theives and killers
Harlots and whores
All were misguided
But not any more...

So I see their fate
In the black of the doom
Waves of fire in the storm
Creatures howl at the moon
They're screaming intensly
Their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
Lake of fools, burning wild



WAR CRY
(Lawless)
From the Real Me single

Oh I, I was marked from the day I was born
A rebel and I was the one who I am
My father could not understand the fire in me
There was, there was times I was crazy for real
So crazy I just couldn't feel, no, no, no
Confusion would stand in the door and tell me lies
But now I stand on my feet so alive
I'm a metal warrior, I need their cries, War Cry

I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, come take a stand
Together we'll let out a cry
I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, come take a stand
Together we'll never say die

Oh I, I did not choose, the music chose me
I was christened and destined to be who I am
The one that they said would be damned
A hellion child that...?
I stand at the mirror and sing
I dare to be different and dream, now I am
Big thunder that rolls on the land forever wild
But still, this feeling inside never die
I'm a metal warrior, I need their cries, War Cry

I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, come take a stand
Together we'll let out a cry
I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, Come take a stand
Together we'll never say die

Raise your fist and support your rebel outlaws
Cause nobody rides for free
The freedom we lose today, you lose tomorrow
Because freedom means something to us...

I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, come take a stand
Together we'll let out a cry
I'm a soldier, soldier, a soldier of fortune
Ahh, come take a stand
Together we'll never say die



WHEN THE LEVEE BREAKS
(Plant, Page, Bonham, Jones, Memphis Minnie)
From The Hold On To My Heart single
Originally performed by Led Zeppelin

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Don't they make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go
If you're goin' down South
Then there's no work to do,
And you're going on to Chicago.

Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
Ooh, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.

All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
I said left my baby and my happy home.
Going, go'n' to Chicago,
Go'n' to Chicago,
Sorry but I can't take you.
Going down, going down now, going down.

Don't they make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go
If you're goin' down South
Then there's no work to do,
And you're going on to Chicago.
To Chicago
Going down, going down, going down



THE STORY OF JONATHAN, Part 1 & 2
(Lawless)
From the Chainsaw Charlie and The Idol singles

Narration:

I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in a lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red.

I should have known from the first time when I realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of perfection in my father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon.

My brother and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and dark. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even think of such a thing. But my brother who had always sensed my parent's instilled insecurities tried his best to encourage me. For I was born different and he knew it. He often told me when I was born an angel flew over my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said "You shall be the one." And I had no idea what 'The one' was, but as I grew older I began to understand. Most boys put their mother on a pedestal and worship them like the Virgin Mary but with her too my relationship was different and not for the good. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced, overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination but she was pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life.

This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would look back on in bewilderment and the women I sought after when I was older would be nothing like her. In the pain of youth, the misery of my neglect, would manifest itself in many ways; depression - my enemy, fear - my friend, hatred - my lover, and anger - fuel for my fire. These four characteristics of my personality would become the guiding force of my life and would control everything I did or was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.

The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity. The mirror was to become, at times, my altar of refuge and other, my alter ego and its magnificent obsession with a relentless pursuit of attention. It served as a chilling reflection of my own wretchedness and my greatness. It was the one place I could go to see inside myself, to find love, in an otherwise loveless household where I could be great, where I could be anything or anyone I wanted to be - one hundred percent pure escapism until I discovered its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could ever dream, at least in my case - all except two.

It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For one year after his death I roamed the streets in a fog barely conscious of anything or anyone. I discovered alcohol, and girls, drugs and in general a life I had never known which was exciting, frightening and wonderfully dangerous. And it was then as I staggered through a down town city street in one of my drunken rages I stumbled across a small music shop and in the window stood the instrument, the fiery tool that would become the object of my new found desire. The instrument of my passion, my obsession, the blood-red six string. It was like I'd known the thing all my life.

I soon found it was the only way I could truly express myself. It was a way to vent all my frustrations and all my pain - completely opened all my Four Doors Of Doom and I found myself going to the mirror for counsel less and less. Because of this my songs seemed to write themselves and I knew my destiny was in my music but I was going to have to get out of this backwards town I was in if I was ever going to succeed. I was 16 going nowhere and the only thing my parents knew was 'live, work, die.' And if I stayed there that was exactly what was going to happen to me - I was gonna die. So I ran away to the big city with the lights, excitement and danger and a chance for me to finally live and do my music without the persecution I had known for so long.

I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand and my guitar in the other and as I stood at the edge of the city the magic of the place was incredibly intense. It was to be my new home the place I would call the 'Arena Of Pleasure'. I lived and struggled in the arena for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a lawyer for 25 years before he discovered he could fuck over more people in the recording industry then he ever could in a court of law and he was the president of one of the biggest record companies in the world. The music business to Charlie was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb to be led to slaughter and the weapon of choice was his record company that he'd wield like a mighty sword. The great tool he would lovingly refer to as 'The Chainsaw'. The morgue, Charlie said, was the music business where everyone sells out. Where all the artists will eventually whore themselves to commercialism, the place where the music comes to die. And through him I learned everything I needed to know about the music business and even things I didn't want to know. He said he could make me a star, one of the biggest things the world had ever seen. The big time was calling and I was on my way. He introduced me to an aspiring young manager named Alex Rodman and together we took on the whole fucking world and kicked it square in the ass.

Just before the release of my first album I was sitting on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it done so I was more than happy to say yes. She revealed a deck of Tarot cards and began to tell me of my past in which she went into great detail about the pain of my youth, my brother and my parents. She saw my present with my great struggle to succeed and fulfillment of my dreams and new found happiness but after about ten minutes she stopped and I wanted to know of my future and pleaded for her to go on and finally she spoke. She showed me a very disturbing vision of where I was going. I told her that I wanted a phenomenal wealth and fame and in the cards she saw a fallen hero and looked at me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it might come true, for the face of death wears the mask of the King of Mercy." I asked her if she was sure of what she had seen and with a blank stare she turned and walked away leaving me with the cards and a haunting that would follow me the rest of my life.

Success agreed with me with amazing ease. The more records I sold the more excess I had of everything - friends, money, women, cars, houses. It was at one of my nightly hedonisms where a flash individual entered the room. He introduced himself as the Doctor. I asked him what kind of doctor and he smiled and said, "meet my friend Uncle Sam." The mirror that was once on the wall, my alter ego, was now talking to me from the table and the next three years were a blur. Drugs became the new candy and alcohol became the new Coca Cola and Doctor Rockter was my new best friend and I never heard the mirror speak again until tonight.

I was at the peak of my career and the world saw me as I had always wanted it, The Idol, the Great Crimson Idol. Now I had everything it seemed, everything but the one thing that would have meant more to me than anything. The pain that manifested itself into my obsession, the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home.

One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy Rider Parties. An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to my house, the band, the doctor, hot and cold running women etc. And we'd watch the movie and do everything going on the film only a lot more. And he threatened to leave me if I didn't clean up. It was not that he cared about me as a person he was only interested in my talent and what I could do to further his own career as a true showbiz mogul. But it was then I realised just how far things had gone. So I sat there alone in my palace of pain and I was just numb from the alcohol and the drugs but equally as intoxicated by my own fame and I had just enough courage to pick up the phone and dial the number. My mind went into a whirlwind thinking of what would happen and the fear overcame me and I started to put down the phone but before I could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent a chill through me that I had never known. It was my mother. It was hard for me to speak, my heart pounding out of my chest but when I did I did the best I could. She was very cold. But I knew the shock of suddenly hearing from me after all these years was overwhelming and I was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds between my parents and me but...I desperately wanted them to approve of me, to accept me - it was all I ever wanted. I hoped my success would finally prove my worthiness and they would welcome the prodigal son home. All I wanted was for them to be proud of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son."

Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning out. And on this night the great finale is finally here. 'Be careful what you wish for - it may come true.'

Long live, long live the King of Mercy.



PHANTOMS IN THE MIRROR
(Lawless)
From the Chainsaw Charlie single

Come look at me do you like what you see?
If you smash the mirror you'll still not be free
Look in the glass and you'll see who you are
And you'll run but you'll not run far
If you talk to me maybe I'll talk to you
We'll tell lies together but never the truth
Just you and me and I'll see what you do
You'll watch me, and I'm all over you

Come to the mirror my boy
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes
My doctor said listen I'll help if I can
But you're psychosomatic so I'm not your man
The head doctor made me, give you what you need
Some sedation to stop what you see
But no one can help me
I hide in my room, but he moves and lets loose
My Four Doors of Doom
Just let me out, you'll see who I am
I'm controlling the man

Come to the mirror my boy
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes

Don't act surprised
I see what you do
Can't let your....? And kill off the boy that's in you
Trust me you fool
The price that's inside you
Two will kneel
They can't see who they are
A reflection is cast
On a conscience of war
I am the mirror
The plaything of men
The true alter ego
The phantom within

Come to the mirror my boy
I'm the face that you see
When the face isn't yours
A Phantom, I'm hiding inside
Yes I'm what you see
When you see in my eyes



THE EULOGY
(Lawless)
From The Idol single

I saw my face in the mirror
And now I understand
Johathon Jonathon Jonathon....
I'm just a man

There was no love to shelter me
Love



SKIN WALKER
(Lawless)
From the Black Forever single

Show me once more, I cannot hide
Cause I am here now but I'm lost inside
Voices I hear but cannot see
Cause I will never be free

No good, darkened through, I walk this line
Skin walk my darkness, skin me alive
Two in me we can see who we are
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here

Is there no corner where I can hide?
To suffer in the silence of my mind
Two in me we can see who we are
In my dark cranium

No good, darkened through, I walk this line
Skin walk my darkness, skin me alive
Two in me we can see who we are
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here

Oh try to scream but I can't speak
Silent tongue of deceit
Oh the torture don't stop
My head's chained to the rock
Can you help me?

When I awake dreams have closed my eyes
Dancing shadows, black in my mind
It crawls my skin where I cannot see
Will I ever be free?

Two in me we can see who we are
Take me and rape me alone in the dark
Two inside there's a scream in my ear
Skin walk my head ain't no way out of here



ONE TRIBE
(Lawless)
From the Black Forever single

Gimme peace, gimme hope
Gimme love, love
Just one life to be free
Just one world live in peace
One love, love

Cause in a sea, feed my soul
Save one world, save us all
One love, love

Lift my hands, raise my heart
I touch the sky, the face of God
Rain all your love down on us all

Show me peace, show me love
I'll still see only one
One love, love

Rain you love down on me
Fill my soul, set me free
Give me love, love



LONG WAY TO THE TOP
(Scott, Young, Young)
From the Black Forever single
Originally performed by AC/DC

Rolling down the highway, going to a show
Stopping on the by ways, playing rock n roll
Getting robbed, getting stoned
Getting beat up, broken boned
Getting had, getting took
I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks

It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll

If you think it's easy doing one night stands
Try playing in a rock n roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll

Hotel motel, make you wanna cry
Baby's on the hard sell, know the reason why
Getting old, getting grey
Getting ripped off, underpaid
Getting sold, second hand
That's how it goes playing in a band

It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll

If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll

Gotta tell ya
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock n roll
It's a long way, it's a long way, it's a long way



WHOLE LOTTA ROSIE
(Scott, Young, Young)
From the Black Forever single
Originally performed by AC/DC

Wanna tell you a story
Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh, she steals the show
Ain't exactly pretty
Bitch ain't exaclty small
14-39-56
You can say she's got it all

Never met a woman
Never met a woman like you
Doin' all the things
Doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman

Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one that turns
Only one that turns me on
All through the night-time
All around the clock
Too much advising
Don'tcha never stop

She's a whole lot of woman
A whole lot of woman
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman



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