1.The Chase is Better Than the Catch
You know I'm bad, the times I've had
I've gotta bad reputation
I don't care, I get my share
Don't feel no deprivation.
The more I get the better it is
I like it fine, Like a little whizz
Treat'em like ladies, that's a fact
You know the chase is better than the catch.
Silver tongued devil, deamon leach
You know just what I'm doing
I like a little innocent bitch
You know I ain't just screwing
I love you baby, love you too much
I like you fine I feel your touch
But your appearance don't hold no class
You know the chase is better than the catch.
A little beauty I love you madly
Come on home with me
I know you're hot, I know what you've got
You know I want to shake your tree
Come on honey touch me right there
Come on honey don't you get scared
come on honey let me get you in the sack
You know the chase is better than the catch.
2.Prowler(Iron Maiden Tune Performed At Live Shows)
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl？
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes？
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
Got me feeling myself and reeling around.
3.London Dungeon(Misfits Tune Performed At Live Shows)
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British Hell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British Hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
Here's hoping you're swell
4.The Mechanix(Later The Four Horsemen)
(Megadeth tune by Hetfield, Ulrich, and Mustaine)
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
You're a burner yeah, a real motor car
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
We were shifting this hard when we took off
Put tonight all four on the floor
When we hit top then you know it feels so slow
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
I'm giving you my room service
And you know it's more than enough
When you spark my plug you know I'm in love
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
With all four on the floor I feel what's in store
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
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