(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

They say that you play too loud
Well baby that's tough
They say that you got too much
Can't get enough
They tell you that you look a fool
And baby I'm a fool for you
They say that your mind's diseased
Shake your stuff CHORUS:
And it's a rock 'n' roll damnation
Ma's own whippin' boy
Rock 'n' roll damnation
Take a chance while you still got the choice You say that you want respect
Honey for what?
For everything that you've done for me
Thanks a lot
Get up off your bended knees
You could set your mind at ease
My temperature's running hot
I've been waiting all night for a bite of what you got CHORUS Damnation, they're puttin' you down
Damnation, all over town
Damnation, cause you're way outta reach
Livin' on the streets you gotta practice what you preach CHORUS Damnation, left a happy home
Damnation, to live on your own
Damnation, you want to live in sin
Damnation, it's a rock 'n' roll -
Damnation, just a bundle of joy
Damnation, you're a toy for a boy
Damnation, you got dollars in your eye
Damnation, chasin' that pie in the sky
Damnation, rock 'n' roll -
Damnation

(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be
I know I ain't doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock 'n' roller welfare Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where she want to go
I'm living in a nightmare
She's looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can't afford the gasoline CHORUS:
I've got holes in my shoes
And I'm way overdue
Down payment blues Get myself a steady job
Some responsibility
Can't even feed my cat
On social security
Hiding from the rent man
Oh it makes me want to cry
Sheriff knocking on my door
Ain't it funny how the time flies Sitting on my sailing boat
Sipping off my champaign
Suzy baby all at sea
Say she want to come again
Feeling like a paper cup
Floating down a storm drain
Got myself a sailing boat
But I can't afford a drop of rain CHORUS

(1978)
(Young, Young & Scott)

She had the word
Had the way
The way of letting me know
She knew the game
Called the play
Oh she hit me low
She said, "Now you go your way
I'll go mine
And that's a start"
Doctor, doctor
Ain't no cure
For the pain in my heart CHORUS:
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something to chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I'll make believe
I'll make believe it's you Don't need no drink
Don't need no drug
Don't need no sympathy
Sooner or later
Send me a bill
For what she's doing to me
Operator
Long distance lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow
Come to grips
With me all alone CHORUS Bullet to bite on

(1978)
(Young, Young, and Scott)

See it on television every day
Hear it on the radio
It ain't humid but it sure is hot
Down in Mexico
Boss man tryin' to tell me
Beginnin' of the end
Sayin' it'll bend me
Too late my friend Riff raff
It's good for a laugh
Riff raff
Laugh yourself in half Now I'm the kind of guy that keeps his big mouth shut
It don't bother me
Somebody kickin' me when I'm up
Leaves me in misery
I never shot nobody
Don't even carry a gun
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
I'm just havin' fun Riff raff
It's good for a laugh
Riff raff
Laugh yourself in half

(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lamborginis, caviar
Dry martini's, Shangrila
I got a burnin' feeling, deep inside of me
It's yearnin', but I'm gonna set it free I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city, let me roll ya baby Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggar man thief
You ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief
Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready, look out I'm coming in
So spin that wheel, cut that pack
And roll them loaded dice
Bring on the dancin' girls, and put the champaign on ice I'm goin' in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Do the town tonight

(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

Well I tied my baby to the railroad track
Cannonball down the line
Givin' that woman just one more chance
To give it to me one more time
Engineer wishin' he was home in bed
Dreamin' 'bout Casey Jones
Wide eyed woman half a mile ahead
Thinkin' 'bout broken bones It's your love that I want, it's your love that I need
It's your love gotta have, it's your love Heavenly body flyin' across the sky
And Superman was outta town
Come on honey gotta change your tune
Cause it's a long way down
Clark Kent lookin' for a free ride
Thinkin' about Lois Lane
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's suicide
And that'd be a shame It's your love that I want, it's your love that I need
It's your love gotta have, it's your love
But what's next to the moon Long arm lookin' for a finger print
Tryin' to find a mystery clue
Hittin' me with the third degree
Working on a thumb screw
All right officer I confess
Everything's coming back
I didn't mean to hurt that woman of mine
It was a heart attack It's your love that I want, it's your love that I need
It's your love gotta have, it's your love garanteed
Your love that I want, it's your love that I need
It's your love gotta have, it's your love
What's next to the moon gonna win in sin city

(1978)
(Young, Young & Scott)

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To I dunno
Packed your heart in a travellin' bag
And never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
Of her cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin' Wrap herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favourite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for Gone shootin'
She's gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin' Gone shooting, how am I gonna get her down
Gone shooting, look out, look out, look out
Gone shooting, she can hurt someone
Gone shooting, yeah she sure is loaded
Gone shooting, she's gone gone gone gone, she's gone
Gone shooting  

(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

Well I've been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
I've been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
I'm telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now I'm up, I'm up to my neck in you And I've been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
I've been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin' for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh it's way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now I'm up, up to my neck in you Well I've been up to my neck in whiskey
I've been up to my neck in wine
I've been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasn't mine
I was a loser
You weren't lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What you've got no one else could do
Now I'm up, I'm up to my neck in you Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh I'm up to my neck in you

(1978)
(Young, Young, Scott)

Two faced woman with the two faced lies
I hope your two faced living made you satisfied
Tell me baby I was your only one
While you've been running around town with every mother's son Told your story about the women like you
Told your story about the things you do
I used to think that you were sugar and spice
I should've listened to my mother's advice CHORUS:
Kicked in the teeth again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
Kicked in the teeth again
Ain't this misery ever gonna end?
And I've been kicked in the teeth
Kicked in the teeth again Two faced woman, such a crying shame
Don't know nothing, you're all the same
You run around, hope you had your fun
You never know who's gonna win till the race been run CHORUS