Walk On Down
You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out You gotta . . . walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Yeah, huh
Well, she says that she loves ya In your mind there's no doubt, but You feel like a stranger When the lights go out As you lie there awake You think this ain't no gift Don't try to figure that weight's too heavy to lift You gotta . . . walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Walk on down Walk on down 'Cause I got no time to lose It's my life if I choose Put on my walkin' shoes
Walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Walk on down Walk on down Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's Walk on down
Shut Up And Dance
Chorus: Talk is cheap, shut up and dance Don't get deep, shut up and dance
Love has got me down The weight is all around So you lend a hand to peace on earth Here's my piece, now what's it worth Yea, but it's all right
When you can't define the crime Then life ain't worth a dime When they take away everything you got And they rub your nose in the funky spot Not without a fight
When you work your fingers to the bone And what does that get you--NOTHING If in a crowd of people You're still alone I hope that tells you something
The road to heaven is paved in hell And it makes you wonder Why you're here at all
Check out the shape of your circumstance He wears the dress and she wears the pants Here comes Jill and she needs romance But you can't do jack so shut up and dance!
Sex is like a gun You aim, you shoot, you run When you're splittin hairs with Mr. Clean It' like gettin head from a guillotine And the night has just begun
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