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Song: | It''ll Chew You up and Spit You Out |
Album: | CONCRETE BLONDE | Genres: | Rock |
Year: | 1986 |
Length: | 274 sec |
Lyricist: Concrete Blonde
Lyrics:
Well I was tripping down the street early this morning And psychic lady pointed at me She said come on in and I gave her my money Said tell me, tell me, what you see And she said she saw the angels dancing with me Dancing to the beat of my feet down the street She said she saw the angels dancing with me Keep on, keep on, keep on now Still in Hollywood Oh I thought I'd be out of here by now Still in Hollywood My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why I don't know why And I ran into Tommy Pomy What a goddamned phony Had a new fish on the line Well the last one left with the last bad check The only good one that he ever had died I gotta live and let live, I gotta learn to forgive You know that everybody's got a right But there's evil all around in this broken down city It's a twenty four hour fight Still in Hollywood Oh wow I thought I'd be outta here by now Still in Hollywood My, my I'm running on a wheel and don't know why Still in Hollywood Oh wow I thought I'd be outta here by now Still in Hollywood My, my, my I'm running on a wheel And don't know, don't know, don't know why
So let's me and you go get a new tattoo We can hop on the Harley and cruise We can start at the pier and share a beer Head out to the desert I can feel it from here Ride all the way to where the lizards play Riding on, and on, and on There's a million stars it'll blow you away It's all so Concrete Blonde Still in Hollywood Thats right, you know we can ride it out all night Still in Hollywood Hey, hey, hey I got to, getaway, gotta getaway yeah Still in Hollywood My, my, my yes I'm glad to be alive Still in Hollywood Mama gonna be somebody, someday, sometime Still in Hollywood Oh yeah, ooo...
What's-a-matter with you, young man? Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot? That town's gonna suck you up and spit you out! You ain't gonna have a pot to piss in! Don't come back to me for a job! You made your bed, now sleep in it! Go back to these Copelands, what else...who are they anyways? The Stewie, Miles Copelands...you ain't gonna have a dime! Big shot...
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