Cover di Kings of the Wild Frontier

Kings of the Wild Frontier
Album - 3 novembre 1980 - Debaser id 49581

di Adam and The Ants

You may not like
The things we do
Only idiots
Ignore the truth

It's easy to
Lay down and hide
Where's the warrior
Without his pride?

We're gonna move real good - yeah right
We're gonna dress so fine - OK
It's
Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Leapfrog the dog
And brush me daddy-O

It's easy to
Lay down and hide
Where's the warrior
Without his pride?

You may not like
The things we say
What's the difference
Anyway?

We're gonna move real good - yeah right
We're gonna dress so fine - OK
It's
Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Leapfrog the dog
And brush me daddy-O

It makes me proud
So proud of you
I see innocence
Shining through
(repeat 'til end)



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Il tuo voto:
Well I'm standing here looking at you
What do I see?
I'm looking straight through
It's so sad
When you're young
To be told
You're having fun

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

well I'm standing here what do I see?
a big nothing
threatening me
it's so sad
when you're young
to be told
you're having fun

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

(guitarsolo)

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

Don't tread on an ant he's done nothing to you
There might come a day
When he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant you'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head
Legs come looking for you

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour -
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
'Antmusic' 'Antmusic'
('til fade)



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Il tuo voto:
too emotional am I?
too emotional am I?
with a spirit soaring
ten miles high
I sing loud words that make me cry

too emotional are we?
too emotional are we?
defying all security
I mean to keep this fire in me

because you're feeding me


to the lions
you're feeding me
to the lions
feeding me
to the lions

too emotional are you?
too emotional are you?
with just one heart
to see you through
a world where facts are so untrue
Il tuo voto:
Oi oi oi!
A few dollars more
They'll hang me high
But still me spirit
Will survive

There's money over there
But not for long
Soon my worries
Will be gone

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

And there's a bullet with my name on it

Times-a-coming
When a new breed say
Welcome tomorrow
Instead of yesterday

My times-a-coming
When those despised
Take shelter from the power
Of my Kiowa eyes

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

And there's a bullet with my name on it

Oi oi oi!



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Il tuo voto:
I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
But deep inside Geronimo
Is tearing me apart

I've seen him in the streets
And I've seen him in the pictures
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

Now's the time I must digress
From going through the motions
Take my head out of its sling
Free the warrior

I'll fight him in my dreams
And I'll fight him till he kills me
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
But deep inside Geronimo
Is tearing me apart

I've seen him in the streets
And I've seen him in the pictures
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

(oh well) They cut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid
(yeah) They gut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid

Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

Oh well they cut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid
Yeah they gut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid

Killer, killer, killer...

Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer...
Is the home



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Il tuo voto:
A new Royal Family
A wild nobility
We are the family

I feel beneath the White
There is a red skin suffering
From centuries of taming

"No method in our madness
Just pride about our manner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!"

And even when you're healthy
And your colour schemes delight
Down below those dandy clothes
You're just a shade too white
Shade too white!
Shade too white!

I feel beneath the white
There is a red skin suffering
From centuries of taming...
Il tuo voto:
long ago in London town
a man called Ant sat deeply sighing
he was wondering
which side of the fence he was on
prick up your ears...

time went by and soon
the one was five young hombres
burning fire
they were in no doubt
which side of the fence they were on
prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...


he who writes in blood
doesn't want to be read
he must be learned by heart
he's got to be learned by heart

they believed in sex and looking good
with their own brand of music
they weren't pandering
so which side of the fence
are you on?
Il tuo voto:
In days of old, when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
and if they showed us disrespect
we'd tie them up and flail them
often men of low degree
and often men of steel
who'd make you walk the plank alone
or haul you 'round the keel

hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!


it's your money that we want
and your money we shall have!

of all the pirates on the seas
the worst of them was Blackbeard
so damnable a fiend from hell
he was the one they most feared
any man who sailed with him
was taking quite a chance
he'd hang them from the gallows
just to see if they could dance (ha! ha!)
Il tuo voto:
Adam ant/marco pirroni

The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one
You want a second chance
But you don't get one

And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history

The murder happy characters like to creep


They murder little children while they sleep
And leave you on the floor in a big red heap

The murder happy characters say they know
How to keep the crime rate way down low
"just nip it in the bud so it can't grow"

And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history

And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
Il tuo voto:
Blackfoot-Pawnee-Cheyenne-Crow
Apache
Arapaho



the human beings

goklayeh-ho
Il tuo voto:
we are guilty, we are beyond hope
we beg to differ, we are a terminal case
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings
we depress the press, darlings

we're on the outside, but we're not looking in
we are the vaseline gang, don't play your little games
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings
we depress the press, darlings


and if evil be the food of genius
there aren't many demons around
if passion ends in fashion
nick kent / bushell is the best-dressed man in town

are we different? - no

we are exactly the same
there are no boxes for us
the ones you love to hate - so read on!
Il tuo voto:
I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out
I want to wine and dine you-oo
I want to twist and twist and shout
I want you hard in my arms
so soft on my bed
you get the keys to my heart
when you wear that sweet dress
(you know, the short one)
you're so physical, physical for me
you're just too physical, physical, for me


I want your roughouse baby
I want this night in your ear
let me feel you danger
I want to make this feeling clear
I want the touch of your charms
the heat of your breath
I want to say all those things
(those dirty things)
that would be better unsaid
Il tuo voto:
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