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Your Own Backyard Mott The Hoople I've been sitting here thinking When i started out drinking I went on to the dope surely just to change my life I cried a tear and a beer for me I lost everything near and dear to me Namely my children Rose Mott The Hoople still are young I know you well, I’m like you Hey Rose, you’re finer than you know Why hang around with clothes of another name Hair so dyed she lost too much inside Ain’t nothing left to hide in the Pearl 'N' Roy (England) Mott The Hoople It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist there's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse Number One ain't Ballad Of Mott Mott The Hoople I changed my name in search of fame to find the Midas touch Oh I wish I'd never wanted then what I want now, twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans and we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion Darkness Darkness Mott The Hoople Darkness darkness be my pillow Take my hand let me sleep In the coolness of your shadow In the silence of your deep Darkness darkness hide my yearning For the things that cannot be Keep my mind from constant Lay Down Mott The Hoople the ones who stand and frown Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile up at the ones who stand and frown Oh raise the candles high 'cos if you don't we can't stand black against the Road To Birmingham Mott The Hoople For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game Some men are Kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in The minds Crash Street Kids Mott The Hoople The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you Crash Street Kidds Mott The Hoople The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you American Pie Mott The Hoople book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Now do you believe in rock and roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow The Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Fighting for a place in the front row. I Wish I Was Your Mother Mott The Hoople I scream at you for sharing n I curse you just for caring I hate the clothes youre wearing, theyre so pretty n I tell to not to see me n I tell you not to feel me n I make your life a drag, its such All The Way To Memphis Mott The Hoople Forgot my six-string razor, hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realized Well, I rang the information, my axe was cold They said, she rides the train to Oreoles Now it's a mighty long way down the All The Way From Memphis Mott The Hoople way down the dusty trail And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail All the way from Memphis Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month And there Sweet Angeline Mott The Hoople Oh angeline, i love you, your mouth is like a sting And when i close my eyes each night, i often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when i vowed to comfort you, well I'm A Cadillac/El Camino Dolo Roso Mott The Hoople out shoe Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you And you turn me on, like you did before Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains But it won't be long you'll be running through the Alice Mott The Hoople The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins, Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in, Oh, I got my eyes on you. The Moon Upstairs Mott The Hoople Well my brother he was a drinking man And i asked him for release He said this won't do you no good And sent for the police Well they busted me for nothing Cos they said i was insane So they let my body Golden Age Of Rock 'N' Roll Mott The Hoople Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good Death May Be Your Santa Claus Mott The Hoople How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore you realise that Second Love Mott The Hoople I know you have a second love Another one you're thinking of What is there now that i can do I'll always feel the same for you Why does it have to be this way Maybe before we'll change some day I only Violence Mott The Hoople I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk (well that's too bad) What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk (well that's No Wheels To Ride Mott The Hoople No wheels to ride No wheels to travel No tracks to take on down The road I walk is getting heavy But I must still go on And in the night I hear the calling As the train goes by Then all I hear is my footsteps Hymn For The People Mott The Hoople God ain’t jive For I can see his love As it runs alive ‘N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for Hymn For The Dudes Mott The Hoople God ain’t jive For I can see his love As it runs alive ‘N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for Jerkin' Crocus Mott The Hoople Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time Whiskey Women Mott The Hoople Who do you think you are looking at me like that Put your face on someone else's head Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg Put yourself in someone else's bed Whiskey women, American lay Whiskey Rock And Roll Queen Mott The Hoople Listen woman you needn't look so stupid when I call your name out loud Cause everybody thinks you're a sweet smelling girl with intelligence and you know how I wouldn't want anyone else to know About the Henry & The H-Bomb Mott The Hoople Against All Odds How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh You're the only one who really knew me at all How can Rest In Peace Mott The Hoople The goals they reached, they weren't for me. Rest in peace, Even though the worries seem to mount, Don't let them count. Rest in peace. Throw all those smiles and paper miles away.