"Under The Gun (For Jeffrey Lee Pierce)"

   
 

   

I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets.
He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown, throw his weight around before starting over.

"Say did you hear I've got a band?
Some guys I know from L.A.
We'll own the Rio Grande.
I'll pay you back next Friday.
You know it sure ain't big, just some cats I dig.
They said they'd do the gig."

Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
Oh Restless Shadow, out in the blue hills you're feeling hollow.

Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?
I should have warned ya.
No place to go now but falling over.

Some hands can't make it on the run, under the gun.
Not for the younger.
Oh Jack Daniels, I feel your hunger.

I know you did your best, but you thought that you did not.
I wish that I had known before I heard the last shot.
You know, it's not a sin, that little badge of tin.
Just a momento.

So sad you loved in vain.
My comrades lost in battle.
The music wars are done from London to Seattle.
We all pay to play and all our yesterdays are starting over.

Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
Oh Restless Shadow, out on the blue hills you're feeling hollow.

Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?
I should have warned ya.
No place to go now but falling over.

Ready to die.
Now he's ready to die.

   


   
BLONDIE - "Under The Gun (For Jeffrey Lee Pierce)" l

Out In The Streets"

   
 

   

He don't hang around with the gang no more.
He don't do the wild things that he did before.

(Ooh)
He used to act bad.
Used to, but he quit it.
It makes me so sad, 'cause I know that he did it for me (and I can see) and I can see (still in the street) his heart, his heart is out in the street.

He don't comb his hair like he did before.
He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more.

(Ooh)
But he's not the same.
There's something 'bout his kisses... that tells me he's changed.
I know there's something missing inside.
(Tell me more)
Something died.
(Still in the street)
His heart, his heart is out in the streets.

He grew up on the sidewalk, streetlights shining above.
He grew up with no one to love.

He grew up on the sidewalk, he grew up running free.
He grew up and then he met me.

He don't hang around with the gang no more.
Gee, he doesn't smile like he did before.

(Ooh)
I wish I didn't care.
I wish I'd never met him.

They're waiting out there, so I got to set him free.
(Send him back)
He's gotta be...
(out in the street)
His heart, his heart is out in the street.

He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
He don't hang around with the gang no more.
(He's out in the street)
He don't hang around with the gang no more.

Happy Dog (For Caggy)"

   
 

   

I'm like a happy dog who's been alone too long.
I wanna wag for you baby.

Raise a flag of wag.
Shake and shag.
I wanna wag for you baby.

Come on now throw me some bone.
I'm ripping up your song.
I wanna be your dog.
Skinny or fat, I'm gonna go with that and chase your pussycat.

Be my happy dog, my leaping frog and jump all over me.
Cuz my little mutt's got that hairy butt.
He's gonna wag it for me baby.

Hey come over here Mr. Licks.
I like when you pick up sticks.
When you throw me a fit.
And no matter what you tell the tale of a pup cuz you're my kind of mutt.

I disagree.
I wanna itch you like a flea.
Gonna teach my old dog to do some new tricks.
Mmm hmm.

Don't be begging me, just take a seat on my lap of luxury.
'Cause I'm a happy dog who's been alone too long.
I wanna wag for you baby.

Come on now throw me some bone.
I'm ripping up your song.
I wanna be your dog.
Skinny or fat, I wanna go with that and chase your pussycat.

I wanna wag for you baby.
I wanna wag for you.
I wanna wag for you baby.
I wanna wag for you.

The Dream's Lost On Me"

   
 

   

I wake up laughing, thrown from a nightmare.
I come down standing when I'm tossed in the air.
Bright as Tiajuana.
Like a dose of Bella Donna.
I could cry but I don't wanna.
And the dream's lost on me.

I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin'.
I greet bad news by sending it walkin'.
Happy or just crazy.
Relaxed or laxy.
Gonna keep my vision hazy.
And the dream's lost on me.

Cares are all buckshot and buffalo.
Every dark has an afterglow.
I'm not afraid of what's down below.
I keep my sights on the sky.

I wake up laughing, thrown from a nightmare.
I come down standing when I'm tossed in the air.
Bright as Tiajuana.
Like a dose of Bella Donna.
I could cry but I don't wanna.
And the dream's lost on me.

I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin'.
I greet bad news by sending it walkin'.
Happy or just crazy.
Relaxed or laxy.
I'm gonna keep my vision hazy.
And the dream's lost on me.

 "Divine"

   
 

   

Not of this world entirely.
Heaven sent, you are my diety.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.

All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, I will be divine.

I wear the spell you put on me.
Like a charm no one else can see.
Keeps away the wicked badly meant for me.

All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.

And when I thought my fire finally died, I felt your spell, tight as ever, tied.

No one is above the rituals of love.
Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue.
There is no limitation except for me and you.

Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.

All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.

All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.

All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.

   


   
BLONDIE - "Divine" lyrics

 "Dig Up The Conjo"

   
 

   

Dig up the conjo.
Breaking the mojo.
Dig up the conjo.
Making me well.

Who do you love?

You're a mess.
Got a gun to your head.
And drums in the night.
Going blind.
Hypnotized.

Lost in the congo.
Holding the bongo.
Kilimanjaro.
Dig up the conjo.

Listen to drums for the name.
Little hearts beat like saints come marching in.

Deep in the bayou.
Demon inside you.
Put on the hoo doo.
Put on the hoo doo.

Who do you love?

"Hey mommy, do you see that man? Hey mommy, I don't understand."

"It's only a zombie, honey, hailing a cab. Just hold my hand and don't look in his face."

Jungle inside you.
Something's beside you.
Doing the mambo.
Dig up the conjo.

Who do you love?

A loa down the well.
Come and ring the bell.
The jungle's burning down!

Lost in the congo.
Beating the bongo.
Dig up the conjo.

Who do you love?

To confess in the sun hold your breath.
Something comes.
It's alright.
Half alive.
Watching you while it flies.

Lost in the congo.
Beating my bongo.
Breaking the mojo.
Dig up the conjo.
Beating my bongo.
Holding the mojo.

 "Shakedown"

   
 

   

I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude
But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower
Hi-ho at the end of my rope
I watch it all through a telescope
I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope
I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick
And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch
Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch
I'm concentrating on the big laugh
You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff
Shakedown baby
I don't want to have to see
What you got hiding in your body cavity
I'm so sick of your Jersey rap
Your slab rat white as a tic-tac
Why don't you take a dirt nap
You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at
Big Jersey hoo-haa
Like your style, like your freedom of speech
Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat
Tuesday is out
Never may be great, level down and read 'em
From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate
Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city
Your boom is a distortion
Your act is a contortion
The perfume and pretension
Your hair in invention
Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming
I thought I heard it all
But there's still more coming
Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in
You said your name was what
What kind of a name is that
Shooting past me on the turnpike
Should have told you to take a hike
But there was something
I don't know what
That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude
Mediterranean lastitude
I guess you did give me a rush
Yeah you gave me a thrill
Felt so hot and flushed
I even had to take a pill
And your pattern yeah your method yeah
The way you deliver long and slow
The way you get your percussion going
Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing
Yeah singing my song
You think you know me
Think again
Who's your friend
Who put this freak flag in the mail
Why you sending me this pig tail
You back in Jail
I got your post card saying
How it is in that pen your in
Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline
Give it a rest, give it a rest
You got one dimension pure pretension
Cross the river start to shiver
Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke
I told you one more word from you
About Jersey and your dead
Let me lick that uh uh
Can I kiss that, no
Let me kiss that
Let me lick that come on
Let me lick that
Uh huh it might be too sweet
It won't be too sweet

 "Good Boys"

   
 

   

Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away
I'm floating into this inescapable bliss

Changing light, I know the symptoms of
I got myself to blame
I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore

Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain

Fear of flight
I'm so afraid of heights
Why are you asking why
I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground

Good boys never win
Good boys always fallow
Good boys never win
They all fall away and you remain

Eyes wide in the middle of the night
Got more money than a body got right
Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again

You got me on your face
A big disgrace
Shakin' your feathers all over the place
You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue

What a pity for you

Undone"

   
 

   

La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La La La La La

Was that an invitation
Can you explain I'm so impatient
Hey rise to the occasion
Can you explain the reason
Why you took a second look, a second look

I saw you once, met you twice
Oooh your presence feels so nice
Your silent, get your tongue untied
When the night goes still you open wide
You've got to say uh huh
Before I come undone

You got a sweet expression
Is that the spot that I should kiss on
Hey tell me, can you hear me
You've got to raise your voice because the music's loud
You've got to shout, spit it out

It seems like you've got a funny way
Eyes that tell her you can't say
I sure would like to read your mind
Your speechless and I've tried and tried
You've got to say uh huh
Before I come undone

Right from the start your kissing lips are undone
If you just say something,
I won't tell you to shut it up

La La La La La
La La La La La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La La La La La

It's like an application,
You fill it in the open spaces
Because I've been over taking,
And I'm so sick of waiting
One, two, three, answer me, answer me

I saw you once, met you twice
Oooh your presence feels so nice
Your silent, get your tongue untied
When the night goes still you open wide
You've got to say uh huh
Before I come undone

I saw you once, met you twice
Oooh your presence feels so nice
Your silent, get your tongue untied
When the night goes still you open wide
You've got to say uh huh
Before I come undone

"Golden Rod"

   
 

   

As sure as anything
As sure as I can be
That 99%, pure as Ivory
I caught the scent, followed the smell of it
Couldn't Ignore
Hey, why did you pick on me?

What's that pretty flower I see?
Tall and wild it waves at me
Mother says it's just a weed
Golden Rod, Golden Rod

Growing Wild, not in the city
Gave me an allergy
And my reaction's, what's gonna happen?
It gets no help from me

I can't explain it
Maybe I shouldn't try to
That old genetic code,
Had a hold on me
We go inside it, ran head long into it
And mothers' warning, useless to me

What's that pretty flower I see?
Tall and wild it waves at me
Mother says it's just a weed
Golden Rod, Golden Rod

Another blonde, not from the city
Gave me an allergy
And you can see me drinking the poison
Taking it happily.

What's that pretty flower I see?
Tall and wild it waves at me
Mother says it's just a weed
Golden Rod, Golden Rod

Another blonde, not from the city
Gave me an allergy
And my reaction's
What's gonna happen?
It gets not help from me

You're running wild, not in the city
Gave me an alleregy
And my reaction's
What's gonna happen?
It gets no help from
Well you will see me
Drinking the poison, taking it happily.

You're running wild
You're running wild
Another blonde not from the city
Drinking the poison
Taking it happily
Not from the city
Golden Rod
Golden Rod
Golden Rod