1.Meltdown (At Madame Tussaud's)
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- the queen is losing face
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- a national disgrace
it's the middle of the night at the London shrine
could have been the janitor, could have been devine
someone said the thermostat never did work
now we've got the temperature going berserk
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- the queen is losing face
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- a national disgrace
celebrities, statesmen, history's elite
they're dripping in the hallways, they're stating to secrete
they're pouring out the pores, they're shrinking on the spot
someone take a photograph-- get 'em while they're hot
Meltdown at Madame Tusdaud's-- the president looks alarmed
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- a general's been disarmed
feverish at Fleet Street--- the story of the year
'Get The Facts--- House of Wax Photo Souvenir'
'Shameful' says the Times, 'Maybe Done by Vandels'
panic on Wall Street-- put your stock in candles
I thought I heard a ghost say
'had my hands in my pockets on the Judgement Day
nobody told me there's fire in the hole
had the world by the tail but I lost my soul
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- a rock ＆ roll hotel
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- they're blending very well
Elvis and the Beatles have seen a better day
better off to burn out than to melt away
Dylan my be fillin' the puddle they designed
Is it going to take a miracle to make up his mind？
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- athletes on the floor
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- they're running out the door
bad boy McEnroe couldn't keep his cool
now he's with the rest of 'em wading in the pool
'Howard Hughes--- Billionaire' says the written guide
pity that his assests have all beeen liquefied
'Celebrity status only got in the way
had my hands in my pocket on the Judgement Day
you can't take it with you-- there's fire in the hole
had the world by the tail but I lost my soul'
Meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- the queen is losing face
meltdown at Madame Tussaud's-- a national disgrace
down in the dungeon-- the Chamber of Horrors
look at all the criminals soften to the cores
they're mixing with the heads of state floating down the lane
good, bad, there they go down the same drain
2.We Don't Need No Colour Code
Down in Carolina way lived a man name o' Big B.J.
B.J,. went and got a school founded on caucasian rule
bumper sticker on his Ford says 'Honkies If You Love The Lord'
We don't need no colour code
take your rules and hit the road
Judgement Day is goin' down
better burn your cap and gown
White man speak with forked tongue
white supremists eat their young
bigotry is on the loose
ignorance is no excuse
I know Jesus loves that man
even with a Greenville tan
Marching to Pretoria
colour codes in churches huh？
following a fascist creed
whose translation do you read？
true believers won't be snowed
we don't need no colour code
3.What Is The Measure Of Your Success？
In this city I confess
I am driven to possess
Answer no one, let them guess
Are you someone I impress？
I am a big boss with a short fuse
I have a nylon carpet and rubber shoes
And when I shake hands, you'll get a big shock
You'll be begging for mercy when the champ is through
You better believe I'll put my clamps on you
In this city, be assured
Some will rise above the herd
Feed the fatted, leave the rest
This is how we won the west
I am a safebox, I am the inner sanctum when the door locks
I hold the passkey
You say you can't take it with you？
We'll see about that won't we？
push....push....push
In the city, I confess
God is mammon, more is less
Off like lemmings at the gun
I know better, still I run
I am an old man
and the word came
But you can't buy time or a good name
Now when the heirs come around
Like buzzards on a kill
I see my reflection in their envious eyes,
I'd watch it all burn to buy another sunrise
Some men find the fire escape
Old men learn it all too late
push....push....push the alarm
Old MacDonald's bought the farm
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