All Hands on the Bad One Lyrics

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	Ballad of the Ladyman Eye cream and thigh cream how 'bout a get high cream? Nothing do smoothes out the feelings of being used The Ballad of a Ladyman Freak that I am Live in Japan Let's rock with the tough girls in this part of the world Take a photograph Portrait of a Ladyman Are we holding on to our pride a bit too long Are we breaking you apart Are we breaking on guitars They say I've gone too far with the image I've got and they know I'd make a mint with new plastic skin and a hit on the radio! Oh, tempations of a ladyman I could be demure like girls who are soft Or boys who are fearful of getting an earful but I gotta rock! I'd rather be a ladyman how many times will you decide how many lives will you define how much control should we give up of our lives (You sit at home with an alibi in case they call and ask you why all you do is go "ooh ahh ohh" you're out of control but saying "ooh ahh ooh")
	Ironclad You went down in the very first round sitting ringside in a tiny town Knock out, knock out First round, first round This could be our very last stand The Monitor and the Merrimac too bad, too bad You're ironclad, ironclad When you call you will call the loudest When you fall you will fall the hardest Who do you love? What would you kill to make a heart stand still? What would you pay to make the hate go away? Why battle-cry, dry your eyes no one can hear you Once iron made heart or spadeno one can steal you
	All Hands on the Bad One You can't get to heaven in a silver spoon You can polish everything except for the mark on you Come be the first in line To shake the hand of mine (They call you out and up) All Hands on the Bad One We would be no better You can't get to heaven in your Sunday best When the night before they were calling it your cocktail dress You can't get to heaven with a three chord song They called you a sinner but the people want to sing along
	Youth Decay Acid tooth It's got nothing to do with you but if you wanna watch me chew My teeth are cutting you out Stomachache Well it must be in your head It must be something that you did Food just doesn't seem to work out Am I rotting out? Daddy says I got my mama's mouth I'm all about a forked tongue and a dirty house Mom has said Yes this happened to me long ago But no one would believe me when I said: Close my mouth Was I born to accommodate I'm so good at playing dead words just don't seem to come out Should I eat something sweet instead Wash away all those things we said 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 Hhow many doctors
	You're No Rock'n Roll Fun You're no rock n' roll fun like a party that's over before it's begun You're no walk in the park more like a shot in the dark with clues left for no one And all the boys in the band know how to get down fill our Christmas socks with whiskey drinks and chocolate bars And when the evening ends we won't be thinking of you then Although the best man won't hang out with the girl band! You're no rock n' roll fun like a piece of art that no one can touch Your head is always up in the clouds writing your songs Won't you ever come down? And all the boys in the band know how to get down fill our Christmas socks with whiskey drinks and chocolate bars And when the evening ends we won't be thinking of you then Even if your song is playing on the jukebox You wanna party with the lights on Come on I like it dark! You always wanna hear the same old song Come on play another song! You're no rock n' roll fun
	#1 Must Have Bearer of the flag from the beginning Now who would have believed this riot grrrl's a cynic But they took our ideas to their marketing stars and now I'm spending all my days at girlpower.com Trying to buy back a little piece of me (Everywhere you go they say "Hello, weren't you the one that sold your soul?" Every time you leave the say "Oh no, why did you ever let us go?") And I think that I sometimes might have wished for something more than to be a size six But now my inspiration rests in-between my beauty magazines and my credit card bills I've been crawling up so long on your stairway to heaven And now I no longer believe that I wanna get in And will there always be concerts where women are raped Watch me make up my mind instead of my face The number one must have is that we are safe (Everywhere you go teenage is the rage inside your pants and on the front page EVerywhere you go it's die or be born if you can't decide then it's your own war) No more And for the ladies out there I wish we could write more than the next marketing bid Culture is what we make it Yes it is Now is the time to invent
	The Professional There is a sound they don't want you to own Arrest every word that escapes from your throat They hand you the world's smallest microphone It's still too loud and you're asked to go home She can stay as long as she swears that when she breathes it will be her own air She'll state her case and take up space and that suffocates- The professional There is a sound that they want you to hear To drown out the voice that plays in your ear They hand you the world's biggest razor blade an amateur bleeds but she hardly gets paid She can be mad but they'll let her know the scorched earth allows nothing to grow and she'll be blamed but feel no shame 'Cuz she'll have stopped- the professional
	Was it a Lie? The yard was cold and dark the tracks were clearly marked But she was tired/ she didn't see She was just out alone She wasn't going home she was going somewhere far away The train was moving through as we know the world has to do Everyone will say it was her fault Somewhere a camera is placed inside this awful place The accident is about to start Was it a lie? Did it fill you head Did it entertain? Will you feel alive at the end of it? When the collision came she died right away her body flung almost sixty feet and as she split in two was she coming straight for you and do you have a camera for a face? was she your TV show Was she your video A woman's pain never private, always seen I want to close my eyes I want to cut the wires I want a day not made for you to see When you play it back to me it feels more like a parody And that's all I will ever be It's all I will ever be I really dont' care about it I dont care if it's cold I really want to be the prettiest wreck you've seen (You broadcast it in 50 states looped her death on the internet and a woman's life got cheaper that day a woman's life got cheaper that day)
	Male Model He's got a perfect face Turn away before you go and turn me on I cannot look away I'm stunned it's that Je ne sais quoi uh huh He talks to me in my sleep Does he write my songs for me? Should I try to play just like him? Kick it out, could you show me your riffs? You always measure me by him Don't get me wrong I'm not opposed to something big I'm so sick of tests Go ahead and flunk my ass You don't own the situation, honey You don't own the stage We're here to join the conversation and we're here to raise the stakes Now do you hear that sound as the Model breaks Take the stage Let the image of him fade away Go back and tear the pictures from the page It's time for a new rock n' roll age History will have to find a different face and if you're ready for me I just might be what you're looking for
	Leaving You Behind I wonder how you looked the day you were erased To look down at your heart and watch it fade Did you disappear or were you just misplaced Left behind with no one else to blame It's all gone but something lingers on a place I used to call home Now me, you, and the ghost Looking for thing we lost Laughing at the way it was, Looking for the one we lost (are you letting go? Thinking clearer now that it's over There's no one to blame As we walk away Why is it I just feel so heavy What do i take away?) When you're in a room it's all that I can feel Get so used to loving what's not real There's nothing I can hold, No real tears to cry You can't breath life back into lie
	Milkshake'n Honey 14 Rue de Savoy is where the flat was let We shacked up in Paris two days after we had met Eighteen bars of the sonata and you were mine This music gig doesn't pay that good but the fans are alright Darling come home I can't take the apartment alone You left your beret behind and your croissant is getting cold Visa, Mastercard, discovered that I was spent Took my heart, my best jeans, and left me with paying the rent A user, abuser, a loser but I didn't care I've always been a guy with a sweet tooth and that girl was just like a king-sized candy bar Pick up the phone Meet me at the Sorbonne Keep turning me on With those French words I can't pronounce Milkshake n' honey yeah Milkshake n' honey yeah Ma petite, comment sera?
	Pompeii And then one fine morning she woke, she knew one long look at her life It was you (What you want you might never have Wait for it until it forms a scar) Come hell or high water Her heart was made No friend and no love Will get in the way For size long years happiness spoke but then the time was up the spell was broke (Take your time, no hurry up Change your mind, go back to the start) She said that I have done to get my way What I have done to get this day You're gonna find out You're gonna get low It's time to darken your soul Fortune weary love Fortune weary love Baby don't you dare give up on me now
	The Swimmer The swimmer is so far from the distant shore The only time she never feels alone On the land her body distorts In the water lines are true to her mind I can hardly see you now Are you getting closer and Do you know yo're the one? They will never understand How washed up you feel on the land The sport light of the sun, it shines on The Swimmer knows she'll never touch the floor She can float unharmed by murky wars And the land is as plain as her skin But the water shines like the star in her mind