Wall Of Voodoo
Call Of The West

01   Tomorrow (03:04)

Wake up in the morning, pull myself outta bed
Think about the night before and everything I said
I've made lots of promises I know that I can't keep
So I'll do 'em tomorrow
That seems like a pretty good idea to me
Life is movin' faster--I can feel it everyday
I have trouble keepin' up with what other people say
Big problems in the world, my life's just a social swirl
But I'll do it tomorrow
That seems like a pretty good idea to me
What's wrong with tomorrow?
I'm watchin' him, and who's watchin' me?
Out my window there's nothin' where a city used to be
Phone line dead, the power gone, there's nothin' on TV
Can't understand what happened to all the plans I made
I turn on the radio and hear the signal fade
(It's pretty loud in here...)
But I'll do it tomorrow
Life is moving faster, I can feel it every day
So I'll do it tomorrow
That seems like a pretty good idea to me
What's wrong with tomorrow?


I'm watchin' him, and who's watchin' me?
I'll do it tomorrow
Hope I've got enough time
I'll do it tomorrow
And things'll be fine
I'll do it tomorrow
Can't spare today
I'll do it tomorrow
That'll be okay
I'll do it tomorrow
I'll do it tomorrow
Let's do it tomorrow
I'll stop the clock
Let's do it tomorrow
Talk, talk, talk
Let's do it tomorrow
I'll do it tomorrow
What's wrong with tomorrow
It just goes on now, y'know,
I'll do it tomorrow
The money starts rollin' in, yah.

02   Lost Weekend (04:59)

driving out of vegas in their automobile
she was in the backseat while he was at the wheel
with the windows wide open
all the money from the store they'd gambled away
he said, "...the best laid plans often go astray."
she took the page of her book and turned it down
she lit a cigarette...she didn't make a sound
"and i know if we'd had just one more chance," he said
"i know--we'd finally hit the big one at last," she said

C--instead of another lost weekend / lost weekend
another lost weekend / lost weekend

"pull over soon," she said, "it's no big deal,
you can take any exit that you happen to feel is the right one."
the right one
as she slowly blew her smoke out of the rear wind vent
she thought back on all the letters she'd sent
for a contest to be on a quiz game show
"maybe i shoulda stayed in school," he said
"yeah, i know--start your own business cleaning swimming pools," she said--C

she leaned forward over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial
she looked out the window, saw a sign and both of them began to smile
"there's a place we could stay at...it's up another mile

03   Factory (05:33)

Now I know I had something to say
But the problem is to say something, uh, you gotta say it
And I still don't remember a thing
Since that funny gas came out of that pipe next to me
I guess they didn't OK it
Now I remember, did I tell ya? Cut my thumb off at the knuckle on a broken band saw
Didn't see the belt buckle of the blade slip
And I remember when the doctor did it up with a stitch
Funny thing, still got a scratch that I can't itch where my thumb was

And I've brought the same piece of chicken in a bag to work everyday
For the last twenty years or so
And I really don't mind work assembly line,
Got an intercom blasting the news and the latest on the baseball scores
And come around every Friday when I get a paycheck
I take the same road home that I come to work on, heck it's a living

And I've got another factory back home
I got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome
And at nine o' clock I sit there in my chair
And I don't know why I lose my hair

And then I go to
And then I go to
And then I go to sleep

Well I like to know what I'm doing when I do it
And I do what I'm doing cause I don't know what to do
When I'm not doing it
Sometimes I remember as a boy my father told me
I could grow up to be anything
I really wanted to be anything

And everyday at lunch I still look for my lost digit
Still got that funny scratch
So maybe when I find it I can itch it
And I got a little rubber pool in the backyard
For the kids to wade in
And I...I...I....I, I, I

I've got another factory back home
Got a barbeque, pink mustang, fender's chrome
And at nine o' clock I'm in my chair sat down
Just lately when my wife talks back to me, I slap her around

Then I go to
Then I go to
Then I go to sleep

Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh

04   Look at Their Way (03:18)

Look at the way they're walking
All these people around are givin' me looks
Keep a big secret on the quiet side
Where's the nearest place to hide?
Chorus:
Look at their way
Been around long enough now
And they'll be around after everyone's gone
A mother makes love to her only son
Turn on the lights and watch them run
Chorus:
Look at their way
Look at their way


Look at their way on the floor today
All together now they'll rub their long legs
And play a sad melody, the only one they know
To air and earth and the quiet side
And the mind built a million years ago
Chorus:
Look at their way
Look at their way
Look at their way on the calendar
Look at their way
Look at their way
Look at their way on the floor today

05   Hands of Love (03:54)

On a crowded street, or from a passing car
I can see the world from where I am
People stand in line so they can buy their things
They buy a vegetable or a can
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Chorus:
Hands of love
They keep on slipping
Hands of love
They keep on gripping
My home, it might as well just be a cave
And the ones next door don't talk to me
And when I'm lyin' in bed at night, I hear the sounds


Of the sirens and the dogs and the people screaming
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Chorus repeat 1.5x
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Whistle down the... whistle down the road
(Hands of love, they keep on slipping)
Whistle down the... whistle down the road
(Hands of love, they keep on gripping)
Whistle down the... whistle down the road
(Hands of love, they keep on slipping)
Hands of love repeat until fade

06   Mexican Radio (04:11)

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
And the touch of a world that is older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio
I'm on a mexican radio

Radio radio...
What does he say ?

07   Spy World (02:40)

08   They Don't Want Me (04:31)

09   On Interstate 15 (02:45)

(Sorry, no lyrics just a ROCK'N GOOD Drive'n tune --WoV)

10   Call of the West (05:58)