1.Tayter Country
I'm the wrong boy you dreamed about
Standing loud, I would never shout
Slouching in the hall with conviction
I'm the one with the leather views
Waiting in line to release the truth
Liquid right lends itself to direction
But with a machine gun
With a machine gun
With a machine, be more than seen
With a machine
The volume drones to a hundred black
We'll play 'The End' and then give it back
To the comfy light of tradition
'Cause when the shroud is removed for you
The cutting edge becomes petting zoo
An ailing malted knight's new prescription
With a machine gun
With a machine gun
With a machine, be more than clean
With a machine
I don't really wanna touch you
I don't really wanna touch you
I don't really wanna touch you
I don't really wanna touch you
I don't really wanna touch you
Tonight, tonight
I'm the wrong boy you dreamed about
Standing loud, I would never shout
Slouching in the hall with conviction
With conviction
With conviction
With conviction...
2.Right On The Nail
Lyricist：John Mellencamp
There's a chill in morning till sparks ignite
For the one who'll make it tonight
There's a flag to show his regard for right
And it waves as he's set alight
No tired steps on the dance floor
The change is more than a dream
And through this miracle of ours
We watch him cause a scene
It's a common ritual all eyes are light
With the fame of earthly demise
Thirty seconds later the supper chimes
Turn it down and wait for prime time
The screen that glows all around you
An image, one we've all seen
But even if there were sounds there
Don't wonder what they mean
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene and it won't matter anyway
Through another door at a similar time
Find the words strewn about the night
While the piles of paper, the foul blue light
Wage a war, the radio's tired
Those tidy steps on the dance floor
Change is oddly a dream
Through the fragments and your snores
You watch them cause a scene
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene and it won't matter anyway
Fast asleep, your head draped in the front page
The droppings of the world lining your cage
Everywhere there's a war going on
Are you wasting the bulk of your time？
All those tired steps all around you
To change is to change your jeans
A harder look might arouse you
If there's action and lots of tease
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene and it won't matter anyway
'Cause a scene
(You will be right on the nail)
It's all you've dreamed
(You will be right on the nail)
'Cause a scene and it don't matter anyway
There's a chill in morning, all eyes shut tight
For the one who made it tonight
3.Step Down
You're so alarmed by every twist, the pain
again how they let you down
Routinely scarred by the world
its scenes obscene soberly push you around
Your decorated lace innocence is so profound
Just keep an eye out from behind it
so they'll notice you're still around
So you go to your friends and they love to
look inside of you
You're as sweet as you can be - Step Down, you're through
You talk aloud behind the doors and backs
of people whose help you've found
Parading, always trading privileged words
that help you to win the crowd
Easy to light up a silouette with quotes too loud
They'll realize when all complaints have dried
that you'd never sell them out
Cause you know they're your friends and they love you
look inside it's true
You're as sweet as you can be - Step Down, you're through
With an extreme amount of candor
You'd be lost but very good
And in between responsibilities
You could rule the neighborhood
But your scheming isn't stood
Still you scream - but not at me
(scream)
(instrumental break)
Don't dry your eyes to proudly wear the proof
that suddenly I've let you down
(I don't wanna go unless you let me)
Another reason for you not to live
just stay home and kick around
(I don't wanna know until you tell me)
Just one more slap to your innocence - it all compounds
So while you're struggling from beneath
make sure they don't catch you looking down
(I don't wanna know unless you let me)
Then you tell all your friends it's the last time
but they know more than you
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
(Sweet as you can be)
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
(Sweet as you can be)
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
(Sweet as you can be)
You're as sweet as you could be - Step Down
You're as sweet as you can be
(Sweet as you can be)
4.Here Comes Rosie
Integrity, some new disease
Where all road kill stretched for miles
Joins hands and smiles
Hip rock t.v.
Jerks all the knees
Riddle me this
Is it style？
Riddilin child
Don't test me this way
You ought to get it right the first time
If I can't have my say
I'll take the cup supplied to me
And fill it up
Send it away,
Results next day
Town on a leash
Clowns on a spree
Invading, foam rubber violence
High balloon finance
Ancestry, dog to a tree
Come on and join in the pile up
Nine hundred dial up
Don't test me this way
Was looking forward to the next phrase
Doubt that I'm okay
My trousers drop with good reason
Exercise my right to obey,
Do it today
Nevermore will you crawl around again
We'll sign your face
And tenderize your brain my friend
So when you blunder out
Into the light
Too comfortable to ever turn us in
Never turn us in
Here comes Rosie!
(Instrumental Break)
Don't test me this way
You might as well be right the first time
Here's my chance, okay
Just hold your cups in the morning
Breathe it all in and feel great
Never too late
Never too late
Oh, but not a drop to drink
5.Sorrow (Boots of Pain)
Wind of sorrow, song of pain
Make tomorrow an easy thing
She's up on a hillside flogging the dead
Says I'm not gonna' go till it blackens my head
Bring on sorrow,
Have to borrow
Banish Color and the sane
Ignore the Sabbath and pray for rain
She's up in the evening playing a game
She don't want to know that it's nicely arranged
Bring on sorrow,
I will follow
Draw the curtains, prone on the floor
Like to kill with a kiss
'Quadrophenia' blasts down the walls
Of you and all other kids
So don't bring up sorrow to me
Don't dream up sorrow to see
Crown of sorrow, boots of pain
By tomorrow a fashion thing
I'm up on my highhorse calling her names
I'm not one of you, cause I don't wear your pain
She dreams up sorrow,
Still I follow
(Instrumental Break)
She dreams up sorrow,
A dream she swallows
Cool coffee lie on the floor
Ashes floating are grim
Gothic posters, heighten remorse
Asleep she just dreams of him
So don't bring up sorrow to me
Don't play with what you can't see
Don't dream of someone, not me
Or bring back someone to see
Don't leave it sorrow or me
Don't play with what you can't see
Bring out something in me
Don't bring up sorrow to see
6.Leave Me Alone
Lyricist：Mark Allan Rivers, Todd Allen Spahr, Brian Richard Stevens
Pointed speech just flows right through my head
Leaving me with wounds from what you said
There is one thing that I can plainly see
A hundred faces making fun of me
Leave me alone, can't you hear me
Leave me to my only piece of ground
You've beaten me till I can't make a sound
The things I want just will not come around
Some you talk to just will stop and stare
Picking up the pieces here and there
Mixed into the ground around my feet
Looking for what's there to let me speak
Leave me alone, can't you hear me
Leave me to my only piece of ground
You've beaten me till I can't make a sound
The things I want just will not come around
Leave me alone, can't you hear me
Leave me to my only piece of ground
You've beaten me till I can't make a sound
The things I want just will not come around
7.Proud Land
Lyricist：Mark Rivers, Todd Spahr, Brian Stevens
Here we sit upon the fringe
We'll break the bread and start the binge again
Leading me some past to follow
Raise my glass and toast to swallowing
But this proud land, it is not real
You know they feed up on the weak
Not on the wheat, it seems to be
Tuned in are the wide-eyed screening
Sounds without a meaning just a trend
Sow your seed and pass the bag
We've raised the corn and now the flag, Amen
But this proud land, it is not real
You know they feed up on the weak
Not on the wheat, it seems to be
On any nameless street
The clothes are on the line
The dogwood's blooming
And the paper's right on time
Black and white it's read to us
To feed the hand that feeds on us again
Sell the pride and wear a grin
'Cause happy days are here again
But this proud land, it is not real
You know they feed up on the weak
Not on the wheat, it seems to be
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