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Kickback City

They say this town will kill you,
They say this town ain't got no soul.
This town could take a child's smile,
And turn it into stone.

 

But don't you think I know that,
This place has cut me to the bone.
Trouble crawling up your back.
Fear just eats your soul.

You say this town will eat you up,
You say this town don't have a heart.
You try and learn all your lines,
And you try to play the part.

With all this double dealing,
I tell you brother, you get smart.
Here in kickback city, 
You're lost before you start.

People in subways,
Look nearly half dazed to me.
Renting tomorrow, investing in sorrow,
No belief....yeah....

Faces in sidestreets,
Hiding like angels from grace.
Selling you sorrow, renting tomorrow,
You're out of place...yeah...

They say this town will kill you,
They say this town ain't got no soul.
They'll set you up and pull the stitch,
'Till you're unravelled on the floor.

But I won't let it beat me,
Though trouble's knocking at my door.
Somehow it's just your smile,
That keeps me coming back for more.

Yeah...

Here in Kickback City,
Feel I'm goin' down slow.
Here in Kickback City,
Feel I'm goin' down slow.

Yeah....

KID GLOVES

Hit me...

They sprung me out of Quentin,
I'm back on the mob's payroll.
They can buy my body,
Sure they can't buy my soul.

I'm working out of Stockton,
I'm weighing in at two-o one.
But there's a man in the front row,
Sent down from the mob with a gun.

For `Kid` Gloves, I'm back on the street.
`Kid` Gloves, the master to beat.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.
   
Well, they bought me out of Quentin,
They've gone and placed their bets.
I've got to throw the fight,
Just to save my neck.

Saying `yes` to the set-up,
Made me feel so cheap.
But the street felt good,
Only got myself to beat.

Oh....
`Kid` Gloves, I'm fast on my feet,
`Kid` Gloves, the master to beat.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but cry.

`Kid` Gloves, I'm back in the ring.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll fight anything.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.

Yeahhhh...woooo....
   
A deal is a deal,
But you know you just can't win.
But the mob ought to know,
My conscience is wearing thin.

They sprung me out of Quentin,
I'm back on the mob's payroll.
They can buy my body,
Sure they can't buy my soul.

I'm working out of Stockton,
I'm weighing in at two-o one.
There's a man in the front row,
Baby bring him down, he's got the gun.

Yeahhh....
   
`Kid` Gloves, I'm back on the ring.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll fight anything.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.

`Kid` Gloves, I'm back on the street.
`Kid` Gloves, the master to beat.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but cry.

Yeah....

Well, they burned me out of Quentin
They've gone and placed their bets.
I've got to throw the fight,
Just to save my neck.

Saying `yes` to the set-up,
Made me feel so cheap.
But the street felt so good,
Only got myself to beat.
   
`Kid` Gloves, I'm back on the street,
`Kid` Gloves, the master to beat.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.

`Kid` Gloves, I'm fast on my feet.
`Kid` Gloves, the master to beat.
`Kid` Gloves, I'll do anything but dive.

Yeah...

Yeahhh...

KING OF ZYDECO

Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies,
To a heaven here on earth.
And if you make time, it's a cool drive,
Head down to the coast.
If your taste runs to the gumbo,
Don't know where to go?
Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco.

If your head leaks like a strainer,
The sea comes to your door.
A strange sound from the juke-joint,
A mile just down the road.
Believe it when you hear it,
The sound of the rubbing board.
Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco.
Yeahh..

Move it over,
Open up that lane.
Roll it over,
Buddy, I'm insane.

You won't feel like a stranger,
You've found a second home.
You can get out of your tree there,
When that music hits your soul.
Bye-bye Big Brother,
'Cause I'm going away,
I wanna listen to the man,
They call Clifton Chenier.

Feel like a statistic,
Feeling shrink-wrapped too.
It's fun-time baby,
You've been too long in school.
Head down to the place,
Near to Thibodaux,
Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco.

Move that semi,
Buddy, I'm insane.
It's now or never,
I can't touch the brakes.

Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou,
And I can see the sign.
Shining like a beacon,
Right on through the night.
No more airs and graces,
Gotta catch the show.
Let me introduce you to the King of Zydeco.

KEYCHAIN

I need a keychain, to lock up all this trouble.
I need a fast train, leaving on the double.
I'm going someplace, that's hard to follow.
Got that feeling, that I should be long gone.

 

I'm as bad as I can get, playing Russian roulette.
I need a keychain, baby right now.

I'm playing no games, this ain't no water pistol.
Ain't it insane, there's no chance of missing.
No one holds me, you ain't got my number.
If you see me, just run for cover.

Well I'm as wild as I can get, I'm playing Russian roulette.
I got no keychain, baby right now.
Owww....

Owww...
Well I'm in a guided missile, and I'm lost in the sky.
I won't be returning, until things feel right.
I got a poison pen letter, ain't that all I need.
Some pretty woman's, trying to make a ghost of me.

I got no keychain, to lock up all my sorrow.
I need a fast plane, I'm leavin' in a hurry.
I'm going some place, where you can't follow.
I got that feeling, that I should be long gone.

Well I'm as mad as I can get, I'm playing Russian roulette.
Need a keychain, baby, all mine.