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(Box/Hensley/Thain)

C'mon



There's never a day when I've got nothing to do

'Cause something to me might mean nothing to you

So don't, don't, don't, don't look at me strangely now

We'll find the line that's in the middle and run



Something

We've got to run

Something or nothing



You say you love to spend days, but I will save mine

Waiting for the sun in your eyes to turn the rivers to wine

But don't, don't, don't, don't look at me strangely now

We're gonna find the line that's in the middle and run



Something, we've gotta run, something or nothing, run run run

Something, something or nothing

C'mon there



You say you love to spend days, but I will save mine

Waiting for the sun in your eyes to turn the rivers to wine

But don't, don't, don't, don't look at me strangely now

We'll find the line that's in the middle and run



Something, something or nothing

It's gotta be something, something or nothing

Something, something or nothing

We're looking for something, something or nothing

Stand up, sit down don't turn around

Don't talk and don't smoke, don't laugh no joke

Too many rules, too many fools

Gonna raise it to the ground

We're gonna get high, light up the sky

Gonna burn it down



Yes sir, no sir, 3 bags full

Speak up or shut up, backs to the wall

Stand in a line, take it outside

See the soldiers march in time

Rollin' out of bed fallin' on my head

I think I'll pull the pin



Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down



Shape up, or ship out, your hair's too long

Yes sir, no sir, the same old song

Stay after time, and learn all your lines

Or write 'em out a thousand times

I heard what you said, bells in my head

Gonna pull the pin



Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down



There's gonna be a party tonight

People gonna come from miles

There's gonna be a fire here tonight

Gonna dance with the devil till the dawn

Dance with the devil till the dawn



Stand up, sit down, don't turn around

Don't talk, don't smoke, don't laugh, no joke

Gonna raise it to the ground

Gonna get high, light up the sky

Gonna pull the pin



Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

Skools burning, it's burning down

Burning down, burning down

(Box/Daisley/Goalby/Kerslake/Sinclair)

Hear the son of the bitch

He's the son of a fool

Sign of the times

No exception against the rule

He's down on his luck

He's down on his knees

Cut really deep

He knows how to bleed



Hear the son of the dark

You'll see him run with the pack

He won't look you in the eyes

He'll stab you in the back

The son of the dark

Only runs with the pack

He'll take your life

He won't look back



Son of a - he's a son of a bitch

He's a son of a - he's a son of a bitch



Hear the woman of the streets

She never learned how to cry

She'll spread her wings

He'll never fly

Woman of the night

She hangs like a bat

She'll scratch at your eyes

Fight like a cat



Hear the lost, hear the lonely

Hear the fool, that won't get to see

Hear the lost, hear the lonely

And don't pity me, don't pity me



Son of the bitch

He's a son of a - Oh, the son of a bitch



Listen to the son of the poor

The son of the rich

The son of the dark

The son of the bitch

Woman of the night

Hangs like a bat

She'll scratch at your eyes

She fights like a cat



Hear the son of the bitch

He's the son of a fool

A sign of the times

No exception against the rule

Down on his luck

Down on his knees

Cut really deep

So he knows how to bleed



He's a sign of the times

He's the son of a, son of a... bitch

The son of a bitch

(Cushing-Murray/Littlefield)
Sonny's out strollin', amblin' slowly
Washed in amber street lights
Mexican wind blows in
Taking hold of Angelina's hair
And her halo
Motors runnin', mufflin' the sound
Of the streets
A big deal's goin' down in another

Hot night in a cold town
Got yourself a hot night
In a cold town

Johnny's got spare change
In his pocket
A ring and a watch to hock
For a sweet ride
A one way ticket
Hidden in his shoe
These last few hours
He says he'll spend them with you
He's leaving home without a trace
No forwarding address
He'll never know
How to face another

Well the losers and the groovers
And the corner boys
Are hangin' around
Running in and out of doorways
Up and down the stairways
Stray dogs headed for the pound

Hot night in a cold town
Got yourself a
Hot night in a cold town
It's just another hot night
In a cold town