cold chisel lyrics

. Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped. It’s a long, dark road, each step that I take to nowhere And I travel alone, no trace of the things we once shared. Everybody wants to be famous Everybody wants more things Everybody longs to feel the pain That a whole lotta money's gonna bring. 2. Cold Chisel are an Australian pub rock band, which formed in Adelaide in 1973 by mainstay members Ian Moss on guitar and vocals, Steve Prestwich on drums and Don Walker on piano and keyboards. This song is by Cold Chisel and appears on the album Circus Animals (1982) and on the album Teenage Love (1994). Lyrics and video for the song Flame Trees by Cold Chisel - Songfacts COLD CHISEL Khe Sanh Lyrics. Cold Chisel Information. . When the sun goes down, Uh oh, here she comes Hot shoes and China son Every boy’s like a loaded gun Watchin’ her go by Oil tankers goin’ out to sea They’re all workin’ for the company Oh baby, I better be with you, Uh oh, see your thigh Hot shoes, a China sky See it now before you die She’s everything she seems She’s the Queen of the waterfall I pay back her mother and her son What else can a poor boy do, but dream (Poor boy do), This crazy idleness Working through on a tiny desk Only hanging on ’till the sun goes down Loneliness, oh loneliness What she sees, I’ll never guess And nothing ever shows ’till the sun goes down Not until the sun goes, Oh, when the sun goes down (When the sun goes down) Oh, when the sun goes down (When the sun goes down) Oh, when the sun goes down (Oh! All Rights Reserved. Come show me what love is Why won’t you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky…. Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped. happy end And it was Too long too long too long ago These healing years go by so slow They don’t talk to me Don’t offer no Means to an end . I don’t want to see you again I don’t want you for a friend I don’t want you hanging around I don’t mind just putting you down. And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free. It had chart success from the late 70s up until their most recent album releases since 2011, with nine albums making the Australian top ten. In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed. . And I’m sitting in a hotel room Along Rue St. Louis Dialing old phone-numbers down the line And I measure my position To the obstacles we crossed The territory covered And the parties that we lost Those were the days, And if I don’t hang around Our old gambling grounds It does not mean that I’ve forgotten We believed, and I still do, I cried my tears in a glass of tequila For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name She held my heart like a blackjack dealer And took my money when she left the game She was overly fond of sophisticated messin’ around I’ve had a bellyful of livin’ in the same old merry-go-round, Well I played in the summer and I froze in the winter And I hankered for the high school beauty queen She was married to a rich young timber-miller And christened a boy when she was just nineteen Crazy love, never gonna settle down I’ve had a bellyful of lovin’ on the same old merry-go-round, Like any man I’ve got to work for a living Just to earn my soul for a weekend show Saturday morning I’ll be down by the river Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo When the weekend comes I’m gonna set fire to the town I’ve had a bellyful of workin’ on the same old merry-go-round, I’m looking out as the sun goes down Drinking Bundeburg at the end of the day I’m twentyfive, I’m half alive The rest is only just a ticket away Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel I’ve had a bellyful of livin’ on the same old merry-go-round, Yesterdays are gone Road is hard and long People carry on the best they can Bring down one more day Spending next week’s pay One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues But never satisfaction, Kings Cross is my home And all night long I roam Begging cents from foreigners and friends Time’s a twisted road And speed’s the only code Life’s a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues That never leads to answers, And metho is my friend Yes, our love has one end We’ll be wed ’till death or blindness part Oh yeah General health is poor My eyes are soaking sore Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues Lord, please repeat the question, The street boys are waiting for the late late show Their eyes are shifty and their pants are low A telephone rings in a room upstairs The veteran sings to the road below Mona leans against a lamppost at the corner of the street The afternoon papers blow around her feet She hooks her thumb beneath the strap of her bag Her cigarette gleams as she takes another drag The city mission stands in the late night rain The big drops streak the dirty windowpane The old lay preacher steps out from a one way lane The lady says “Coffee!” and the man says “yes”, Mona leans against the counter as she wipes her dress Her legs hold promise and her eyes are wide The preacher slides in from the night outside The laminex tables line along the wall Mona wanders through the cafe to the window stall The preacher asks softly for the time of day Then heads towards the mission with his take-away His eyes rake Mona as he jerks the door The outside rain becomes an inside roar Mona rests her toes on the late night cafe floor, Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher Mona and the preacher, The city mission stands in the late night rain The big drops streak the dirty windowpane The old lay preacher leaps a swollen drain, Now some like to dance in the twilight zone Seekin’ after Mona when they’re all alone Some seek the preacher, their hearts to console Cause she heals the body, but he heals the soul, Monica I guess you know this time you’ve gone too far Trade your heart What you’re looking for don’t need those scars Out to get whatever you can see How to get passed your security I know just what you wanna be Oh, Monica, Walk away Maybe once you just might hear me say What’s yours today Is all I ever wanted anyway Take your time in choosing someone who’s Gonna be told what they’re gonna do Take my last chance if you want me to Oh, Monica, No more wasting my time It’ll work out just fine Thought they’d come to an end Gonna end up all mine Bring your friends if you want to ‘Cos I won’t be telling no lies There’s no sense in wasting our celebration Monica. Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel She’s on the lookout for a quick romance She talks real slow and she never could spell But Jesus don’t you watch her dance Well the Pier’s never been no youth hostel Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell They only wanna get inside her pants, With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin’ Some fisherman takes her hand And they clear the floor and they shout more music And they dance until she just can’t stand And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty To a place he’s found, and he lets her down steady And the stars hang low like bleached confetti And they make sweet love in the sand, You know times are tough in old S.A. 5.0 / 5 (1) playlist. And I’m thinking Christmas 1982 Round this time a year ago Gaskill sold his boat And headed for the Cross to sink a few Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd On Christmas Eve They must be entertained And if a stranger does the dying That’s O.K.! The Live Tapes Vol. I won’t be comin’ back for long, Open up the door Astrid, and don’t try to stand in my way I’m heading for a long long night to a better day And don’t bother offering to drive me to the station You’d only drive me round the bend We’re comin’ to the end, there’s nothin’ left to say, I been on the run from bar to bar Hunchin’ down and movin’ fast These last few days I’ve been so alone I got my hat pulled down to quartermast You’re the only decent thing I’ve seen In this whole hotel since Danny died The loneliness these past few years Was thick enough to chew You hit me like a Turkish bath The minute I came through the door Baby I’ll break down and cry If you don’t feel it, too They were gathered round in high-class bars Doctors’ wives and trendy cokers Danny’n me we went a bit too far There was one too many smooth stockbrokers The mob got ugly just like that And cut him up with butter knives Threw his carcass in the hall Turned their eyes on me Young Danny was a wild one A naked threat to all their wives I had to run to save my skin And baby here I am Baby you look good to me Clothes like 1984 You’ve got something they’ve all forgotten Let’s not wait, let’s find the door This hotel goes on and on My only friend a sharp coat pocket razor My only love is maybe you There’s one too many navy blazers Jesus we’re the only two I’ve gotta stay with you Hey lets spend the night, She’s standing on the corner And she looks so alone And she sacrafices her money To a god she doesn’t know, “Go repent” said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket Once you buy, you soon find out There is no way There is no way to stop him, Yeah she wants the mami krishna And she’s in the bathroom locked The ceremony was pretty long But the honeymoon was short, And “Go repent” said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket When you find the Lord, you soon find out There is no way There is no way to stop him, Now the high priest could’ve seen But she got too hot to handle He made her mother settle out of court And insenced lit the candle, “Don’t lose faith” said the preacher With his hands stuck in your pocket When you find the Lord, you soon find out There is no way to stop him “Don’t lose faith” said the preacher With his hands back in your pocket Keep your hands out of my pocket, There’s someone out there hangin’ around Mentioning your name all over town Some old flame of yours Someone you knew And he can’t believe it’s over with you, He says that he is where you belong You tell me you ain’t seen him in so long Maybe he’s the fool Maybe it’s true That he can’t believe it’s over with you, I may need to take him aside See if you have anything to hide Make it plain to him What I will do If he can’t believe it’s over with you, Whichever way it goes I can easily explain it so he knows How it is with you These days, I can’t walk away That’s not what I do When he can’t believe it’s over with you, Hold me tight Hold me tight Baby nothing’s gonna change this magic night Well energy we’ve got to burn So open up your mouth and take a bite And hold me tight, Well tellers do it Tanners do it The Phantom and Diana do it Politicians need it twice a night Presidents and Chauffeurs do it Terrorists on sofas do it Movie stars repeat it till it’s right Hold me tight. The group disbanded in late 1983 but subsequently reformed several times. You're Thirteen, You're Beautiful and You're Mine... Live in St Leonards Park 28.5.78 (Remastered), Besides (B-Sides, Bonus Tracks, Rarities) (Remastered), You're Thirteen, You're Beautiful and You're Mine (Live), You're Thirteen, You're Beautiful And You're Mine, The Best of Cold Chisel - All for You (bonus disc), Boogie! COLD CHISEL Everybody Lyrics. It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris…. . The Complete Cold Chisel von Cold Chisel; Swingshift von Cold Chisel; Rockpalast 1982 von Cold Chisel; The Live Tapes - Vol. And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground, The trial was short the lovers had confessed, And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks And left the holy ground where they would never rest And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left, Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul There’s another place, does a better job by far, When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89 But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar, You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door Walnut piano on a wooden floor Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star, With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand They say you can win a mariachi band You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar, Haul that mother, haul that son Haul that rubber to the end of a run That ain’t got ridden since between the wars All hidden from the liquor laws, That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s), Wake up in the morning, feel like shit Waiting on a message, that’s my hit Forget about food, forget about time Alla my body, alla my mind Alla my intentions, alla my drive Is bent on keeping our connection alive Every decision, my vision is pinned Counting off the hours till you call again, I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you, Checkin’ on messages, lookin’ at the wall Leavin’ my room, walkin’ up and down the hall Exiting the building, on the street Shopping for nothing on the same old beat Wandering the city, another night lost Counting off the hours, the stations of the Cross Counting off the hours, back to my room Teenage cars goin’ boom boom boom, Wake up in the morning, feel like shit Waiting on a message, that’s my hit Forget about food, forget about time Forget about checkin’ out the scene of the crime, I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you, I got things to do I don’t want to Give me way more time to spend with you Honey when you’re gone You’re gone too long It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away, If you hear me cry Your name in the night Baby I’m just tryin’ to find your welcome light Well there’s only one You’re thinkin’ of It sure gets lonely when you’re gone away, My work is done, this is my time And there’s someone I need to know Maybe one day we’ll find We won’t have no need to go, My work is done, this is my time And there’s somewhere I need to go Maybe one day we’ll find We won’t have no need to go, The horizon is wider than it used to be I ain’t the boy you knew But on a clear day, I can see All the way to you All the way to you, When you’re running blind From promises broken and re-made Then broken again You got no way home Nothing but the smell of burning bridges in the rain, When I look back now I see a young man riding on A one way rail going down Only holding on Riding his addiction into Each new lonely town, I hit the railhead One night in hell And even now I I dunno why I Looked across at the gaming room In a cheap hotel And somehow walked on by Somehow walked on by, Have you ever seen the western sky As the sun goes down Turning indigo to grey It’s enough to make a man believe That maybe one more chance could come my way Maybe one more chance could come my way. F-111. Australian Blues, R&B and Heavy Rock From the '70s, The Glory Days of Aussie Pub Rock, Vol. Yeah lucky, Some say that time can heal your soul That won’t help me find my goal Though my heart may skip a beat I ain’t slow on my two feet I might get lucky…. 1 (Live at the Hordern Pavilion), The Barking Spides Live 1983 (Remastered). The Live Tapes Vol. Cold Chisel (Twentieth Century) Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night Saturday night's already old Walking into Sunday, and I find All desires are cold I could walk forever, I don't mind Show me a light, your company Goes a little way to help me see The path on which I'm bound Rather than the things I leave behind What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring Are cast aside and left to bleed, I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing And I know it’s not for me What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring Are cast aside and left to bleed. Standing on the Outside: The Songs of Cold Chisel, My Generation: The Soundtrack of Our Lives, the 70s Part Two, Counting the Beat: Australian Pop of the 80s, Songs From the 100 Best Australian Albums, The World's Best Ever Beer Songs: 10th Anniversary, 30 Years of Classic Hits of the 60s, 70s & 80s, The All Time Greatest Rock Songs of the 60s, 70s, 80s & 90s, The Eighties Collection, Volume 3 (disc 1), V8 Supercars: Unofficial National Anthems, Richard Wilkins Presents: 38 More Smash Hits of the 80s, The Absolute Very Best of the World's Best Ever Beer Songs, Jim Beam: The Best of 40 Shots of Rock, Volume 2, Triple J: Hottest 100 Australian Albums of All Time, Triple J's Hottest 100 Australian Albums of All Time, Music for Cruizin': Cruizin' for a Bruizin', Drive Time II: All Time Greatest Radio Anthems, Unofficial National Anthems: The Ballads, Volume 3, Shouting From the Streets: Songs of Protest, The Live Tapes, Vol. Monica I guess you know this time you’ve gone too far Trade your heart What you’re looking for don’t need those scars Out to get whatever you can see How to get passed your security There’s no sense in wasting our celebrating Monica . . . . They got thousands on the dole And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles At the very best waterhole And it feels much better when they get to thinkin’ Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin’ To the Baytown rock’n’roll, He’s leaning on the verandah rail Sipping Queensland rum She’s strolling back to the Pier Hotel Her legs are kind of numb Their eyes lock on for a second too long And though they’ve never met The message gets through and Connie starts thinkin’ The night ain’t over yet Oh no the night ain’t over yet, Everybody wants to be a wannabe Living in a limousine Everybody wants to be a tragedy In a supermarket magazine, Everybody wants to be famous Everybody wants more things Everybody longs to feel the pain That a whole lotta money’s gonna bring, Everybody wants their name on the guest list Everybody wants to get in free Everybody wants complete fidelity From two or three lovers simultaneously, Everybody wants to be an individual Everybody else does too All I wanna be is idiot free And outta here with you, Everybody wants to have children No-one wants to hang around Everybody wants the world to cry When they’re lying in the cold cold ground, Everybody wants the ideal body Waiting when they get back home Whether that’s the one in Shanghai, London New York City or the villa in Rome, Everybody thinks they might have been kidnapped And examined in a U.F.O. Standing on the outside lookin’ in Standing on the outside lookin’ in Oh-oh, I never strayed outside the law Standing on the outside lookin’ in Room full of money and the born to win No amount of work’s gonna get me through the door When I go walkin’ down Bluewater Bay Surface in the city at the end of the day Oh-oh, I got a bad case of the benz Standing on the sidewalk you can see Somebody everybody wants to be They got the means to justify every end I had a friend broke through illegally Pulled a job on a small-town T.A.B. 2 (Live at Bombay Rock), The Live Tapes, Vol. Your last Margarita And she’s standing behind She wants to be seated You’re reading her mind, Ain’t it a shame She’s no good for someone like you She’ll bring you down She’s no good for you, Her husband’s out workin’ late Makin’ another man rich She’s down at the bar You can hear the same old singles pitch, Well you don’t know why she came here tonight She just can’t seem to stay away And you know that it just ain’t right She drowns her heart and makes her play yeah, The ceiling is spining You need a moment alone She’s leaning over the table And won’t stop talking, on and on, Ain’t it a shame She’s no good for someone like you She’ll bring you down She’s no good for you She’s no good for you, Mail arrives in the morning I’m hoping for good news Another letter from a girl that I don’t know Another letter full of no news, You don’t tell me anything You just go on and on And you don’t make no sense, You try to tell me that you love me But we ain’t never met You try to say you’re gonna be my one and only But I wouldn’t take no bet, Northbound train Take me home again Northbound train Blow that whistle and sing I left my wife in pieces My children on the run I don’t give a damn about the time or the money Just let me get home to my honey On the Northbound train, Long time ago And I’m kicked and abused Long time gone I’ve been tangled and used My hometown lies on the line ahead You got to drift no longer, the preacher said You lost your soul in the big bad city Know you left you wife to the small town pity Oh no! My friend, On and on the lazy river flows Stretching out beneath the burning sun Here we are standing in the road Each about to go our separate ways Each about to go our separate ways, Looking through the tarmac rain At the rows of giant birds They’re all feeding at the gates, There are tails from all over the world, A million people in between Hurry by the TV screens And I just sit here missing a girl, Cuppa coffee, airport bench Carry on, and me Something messed up my connection To where I want to be, Something happened, the line dropped out Something she don’t wanna talk about And I just sit here missing a girl, Overhead the speakers tell me One more delay I hear the numbers But my heart’s a million miles away, She made it clear we could still be friends But she won’t be there to meet me at the other end And I just sit here missing a girl, She made it clear, I try to see it through these tears I know it’s true And I just sit here missing a girl, How many torments I’ve had in my time? You got nothing I want You got nothing I need. I never did right My whole life’s been on a long storm There’s only one thing sadder than the cold and rain That’s the midnight whistle on the train, There’s a woman, Oh don’t you know Always on my mind I don’t think that she really knows How much I’ve tried Met her one time so long ago I was so untrue I was lost had no place to go And I was asking you Baby pull me through, Come the weekend, out with a friend Who do I see There’s the girl I’ve been waiting to know Looking so carefree I was not gonna spoil it for myself Like the time before Ask her kindly, girl won’t you dance Lead her to the floor Ask her just once more, Baby listen, won’t you listen You don’t know just what we’ve been missing I just think of you all the time C’mon baby just say you’re mine I ain’t living for nothing but you, Oh this woman, I tell you so She’s the loving kind I will get her one day, I hope It’s a matter of time Left my number, she said she’d call Call me anytime I’ll be waiting, ready to go We could be doing fine Just you give me a sign, Baby listen, won’t you listen You don’t know just what we’ve been missing I just think of you all the time C’mon baby just say you’re mine I ain’t living for nothing but you Nothin’ but you, Anywhere or time I think about her Especially when I’m on my own and when I’m lonely It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me And with my friends words, stuck in conversation Sitting down I feed the revelation I can’t hear the words I’m lost in my mind I can’t stay, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion I got this notion for you, You are the one I dream of And no one else comes nearer You are the one I dream of You never met me but I don’t care, Anytime or when I think about her Especially when I’m on my own It doesn’t matter where I be, she follows me, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion for you, Anytime, time I think about her Especially when I’m on my own and feeling lonely It doesn’t where I be, she follows me With my friends, words stuck in conversation A sitting down the local, feed the relevation I can’t hear the words I’m lost in mind I start to say, She was a secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I got this notion I got this notion for you She was the secretary I’d love to sit her on my knee I’ve got this notion for you I’ve got this notion for you, You ain’t got nothin’ that you need so bad That you couldn’t give it up for a choice of two An unseen chance is gonna come your way Before this night is through, Blackjack, baccarat, matters of the heart If you’ve just got the money You’re a loser to start And you can fold away your dreams as they come true Dreams come true, Walkin’ down Forbes Street, Early hours of Wooloomooloo Chancy games in a hotel room On Springfield Avenue, And if the numbers fall And if the numbers fall right And if the numbers fall I know all my dreams come true, I know you’re old Cause all you’re laying down is Easy gold You never take your heart uptown anymore You don’t bleed anymore The Forbes Street croupiers Are lookin’ like cashers at a Black and White Charity Ball, Roll ‘em up once Roll ‘em up twice The rustle of the money And the click o’ the dice Five-fifty dollars on the wheel Oughta make it For six I’ll teach your sister to Shake it, shake it, shake it, Rich girls, bad girls Jumpin’ on a fad girls Cuttin’ things fine is how I first met you Livin’ outside in the real estate You know we stake a little more Than just a dollar or two, And if the numbers fall And if the numbers fall right And if the numbers fall I know all my dreams’ll come true, Long ago in college days You could measure my hand By the style of my play Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low I had little to do and nothing to say Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe To my skin and my bones I just had to go Then everyday and every time I stayed My feet were burnin’ You just got to know It’s a never ending show Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go, As we slaved out west On the cotton chipping For the money we got I knew we were slipping But later speeding down the Puttee Road Our heads were high And our hearts were skipping And we drove all day down Wallacia way For three long days of music and friends And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies When the last note died We hit the road again, And oh Well I guess its never quite the same again Somebody moves his money in, Saturday night and Tony and me Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea The Duke was howlin’ down in Sydney town And when the Duke’s around There’s just one place to be And the rain came down In Pitt Street in the morning The air was alive with little wings We slept in the car till the dawning And we broke our fast like vagabond kings. Yeah lucky, You know I’m not the one to give up My hour glass is losing sand Can you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky…. Cold Chisel Lyrics; Cold Chisel – The Backroom Lyrics. It’s a hard, hard way, and I got no way of knowing. Sitting on the beach drinkin’ rocket fuels Oh Yeah! I hear the footsteps Prowlin’ round my door I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight, Well I’ve been up all night just trying to make ends meet But things don’t always work the way I planned I take another pill just trying to calm me down If that don’t work, I just get up again I just get up again, Lock the door Shut the window tight I close the curtains I got to block out the light I feel the sun, shining in my eyes I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight Well, I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight Well, I’m just trying to cover up a little bit of daylight, I get home and clean up, put on my best shirt Put on my good shoes My arms are hard from what I do all day And it’s all for you, all for you, As I drive over by the steeple, by the hill The rain is gone, the night is new The constellations are coming out again And it’s all for you, all for you, It’s all for you there are songs in the world I’m singing softly as I drive It’s all for you, cause you’re the only girl And I’m young again And it feels so good to be alive, I’ll take you out, we’ll find a place to eat Somewhere small, with a view And later on we’ll go dancing if you like All for you, for you, The old anger has given way To clear eyes and open hands I’m getting stronger with each new day Cause now I understand, There’s an angel in the shadows of my room And she watches me when I’m all alone When my sad heart is hurt and crying That’s when she comes to me And she leads me home, If I close my eyes And I take her hand I can see you right there Where my angel stands, Into the night when I’m missing you I lay me down with the angel in my room, And in the shadows she stands alone And she’s waiting for me When I’m coming home, I see the tears in my baby’s eyes But in the distance I still hear her cry And baby I’m longing but it passes by When I hold you in my arms Everything will be all right, If I close my eyes I can see her there I can see you right there Where my angel stands Into the night when I’m missing you I lay me down with the angel in my room That’s when I lay me down with the angel in my room, J. Barnes, J. Barnes, J. Smith – EMI Music / Mushroom Music / Mushroom Music, Baby’s on fire, it’s a beautiful thing Baby’s on fire, it’s beginning to sing Baby’s on fire, so imaginative Nobody else gets to see it and live Baby’s on fire, the moonlight skin Black and white cinema, outa Berlin Black and white cinema, flooding inside Baby’s on fire in the submarine tide Baby’s on fire And I I’m in flames I been workin’ all day Baby and I are gonna get it away I been workin’ all day, and all I know Baby’s on fire, the higher and higher we go, Aliester Crowley And Bar Shem Tov Are lyin’ in the alley Too stoned to move Them and Aristotle Are playin’ swy For one tiny bottle Of Bal-a-Versailles, Over the ocean Over the sea From out of east of Eden Pre-B.C. Got ta get Back on the outside lookin ’ for a beverage Cold Chisel lyrics, Songs volume... I want you got the time nothing better to do, so I might get lucky… the Road lyrics Chisel! 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