Lightning

My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch,
He tells me every day.
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]
He says: "Man, I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of a way."
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]

She sits on her ass he works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday.
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home.
Well, my friend, you gotta say:

My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratching]

My friend's got a boyfriend and she hates that dick,
(Boy, get a job!) [scratch


Rubber Bullets

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail

Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail

Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

Sergeant Baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "Blood will flow;
Here Padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me -
God will come to set you free"

Well we don't understand
Why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

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When We Begin
Day Tripper (Lennon/McCartney)
It's Up To You
Powwow Highway 49
Akdeniz Aksamlari
Bleeding Heart
One More For The Rodeo
Radar
My Curse
Throw It Up
June bride
My Star
Simple And Blunt
Night Train to Lorca
Every Girl And Boy
Salty My Dear
Alleine
Helicopter
Can I See You
(Can't Stop) Got A Little Rock In My Shoe
Unemployed
Ich Wollte Wie Orpheus Singen
Ciertas Tarántulas
F-Hole
Made in Paradise
Glaciers of Ice
Read My Lips
The Nightshift Watchman
Up And Down
Just A Little Too Much
Jailhouse Rock
Freeway Blues
Fist Vs. Tact
This I Promis You
The Slant
TRIPPIN'
C-C-C-Cinnomon Lips
Moutheater
Sister
I Know
Cobwebs and Strange
The Rabbit-Proof Fence
When You Love Me
Market Square Heroes
Meisje Van Zestien
What's The Story
No Sleep
I Don't Care