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Lyrics: RE*AC*TOR

      
      
     OPERA STAR 
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     So your girlfriend slammed the door shut 
     In your face tonight, but that's all right 
     Then she took off to the opera 
     With some highbrow from the city lights 
     Well, you grew up on a corner 
     You never missed a moonlit night. 
      
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are. 
     You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star 
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are. 
      
     So you stay out all night 
     Gettin' fucked up in that rock and roll bar 
     And you never get tired 
     'Cause your drugs are in a little jar. 
      
     You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star. 
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are. 
      
     I was born to rock! 
      
     So your girlfriend slammed the door shut 
     In your face tonight, but that's all right 
     Then she took off to the opera 
     With some highbrow from the city lights 
     Well, you grew up on a corner 
     You never missed a moonlit night. 
      
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are. 
     You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star. 
      
      
     SURFER JOE AND MOE THE SLEAZE 
     ----------------------------- 
     Here's a story about Surfer Joe 
     He caught the big one, but he let it go 
     There's somebody satisfied with winning. 
      
     Back on the boardwalk there's Moe the Sleaze 
     Sells good things and aims to please 
     He's almost even but he doesn't mind a handout. 
      
     Come on down for a pleasure cruise 
     We're all going on a pleasure cruise 
     Come on down for a pleasure cruise 
     Plenty of women, plenty of booze. 
      
     Give your ticket to Moe the Sleaze 
     He's the one that's weak in the knees 
     His pants are baggy, but you can see them shaking. 
      
     I'll introduce you to Surfer Joe 
     He may be there, I really don't know 
     We can smoke garfong and watch him ride the big one. 
      
     Come on down for a pleasure cruise 
     We're all going on a pleasure cruise 
     Come on down for a pleasure cruise 
     Plenty of women, plenty of booze. 
      
     Come on down, come on down 
     Come on down, come on. 
      
     Here's a story about Surfer Joe 
     He caught the big one, and he let it go 
     There's somebody satisfied with winning. 
      
     Here's a story about Surfer Joe 
     He caught the big one, and he let it go 
     He's somebody satisfied with winning. 
     He's somebody. 
      
      
     T-BONE 
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     Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no T-bone. 
      
      
     GET BACK ON IT 
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     Think I'll get back on the highway 
     I hope I'll see you soon 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     Think I'll get back on the highway 
     I hope I'll see you soon 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     I may be late in comin' though 
     I got some things I gotta do 
      
     Don't let me see your tail lights 
     I pull a heavy load 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     Don't let me see your tail lights 
     I pull a heavy load 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     There ain't no way to stop it though 
     Oh, it might explode. 
      
     It's too late for General Custer 
     Too late for Robert E. Lee 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     It's too late for General Custer 
     Too late for Robert E. Lee 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     But I'll get back on the highway 
     Before it's too late for me 
     Get back on it, get back on it. 
      
     Think I'll get back on the highway 
     I hope I'll see you soon 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     Think I'll get back on the highway 
     I hope I'll see you soon 
     Get back on it, get back on it 
     I may be late in comin' though 
     I got some things I gotta do. 
      
      
     SOUTHERN PACIFIC 
     ---------------- 
     Down the mountainside 
     To the coastline 
     Past the angry tide 
     The mighty diesel whines. 
      
     And the tunnel comes 
     And the tunnel goes 
     Round another bend 
     The giant drivers roll. 
      
     I rode the Highball 
     I fired the Daylight 
     When I turned sixty-five 
     I couldn't see right. 
      
     It was Mr. Jones, 
     We've got to let you go 
     It's company policy 
     You've got a pension though. 
      
     Roll on, Southern Pacific 
     On your silver rails 
     On your silver rails 
     Roll on, Southern Pacific 
     On your silver rails 
     Through the moonlight. 
      
     I put in my time 
     I put in my time 
     Now I'm left to roll 
     Down the long decline. 
      
     I ain't no brake man 
     Ain't no conductor 
     But I would be though 
     If I was younger. 
      
     Roll on, Southern Pacific 
     On your silver rails 
     On your silver rails 
     Roll on, Southern Pacific 
     Roll on, on your silver rails. 
      
      
     MOTOR CITY 
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     My old car keeps breaking down 
     My new car ain't from Japan 
     There's already too many Datsuns 
     In this town. 
      
     Another thing that's bugging me 
     Is this commercial on TV 
     Says that Detroit can't make good cars any more. 
     Motor City. 
      
     Who's driving my car? 
     Who's driving my car now? 
     Who? 
      
     My army jeep is still alive 
     Got locking hubs and four wheel drive 
     Ain't got no radio, ain't got no mag wheels 
     Ain't got no digital clock 
     Ain't got no clock. 
      
     The paint job is lookin' blue 
     The white walls are missing too 
     But I guess until I get my car back 
     This will do. 
      
     Who's driving my car now? 
     Who's driving my car now? 
     Who? 
      
     Who's driving my car now? 
      
      
     RAPID TRANSIT 
     ------------- 
     Rapid transit. 
     Public service. 
     I'm standing in my line. 
      
     Melt down. 
     Containment. 
     I'm standing in my line 
      
     Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' 
     Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' 
     Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' 
     Every wave is new until it breaks. 
      
     Go! 
      
     Secret service 
     Public enemy 
     I'm standing in my line 
      
     Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' 
     Hang ten pipeline, let's go trippin' 
     Hang ten pipeline, no way rockin' 
     Every wave is new until it breaks. 
      
     Go! 
      
      
     SHOTS 
     ----- 
     Shots 
     Ringing all along the borders can be heard 
     Striking out like a venom in the sky 
     Cutting through the air faster than a bird 
     In the night. 
      
     Children 
     Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands 
     Trying to join their father's castles together again 
     Will they make it? Who knows where or when 
     Old wounds will mend? 
      
     Machines 
     Are winding their way along, looking strong 
     Building roads and bringing back loads and loads 
     Of building materials 
     In the night 
      
     Men 
     Are trying to move the borders on the ground 
     Lines between the different spots that each has found 
     But back home another scene was going down 
     In the night. 
      
     Lust 
     Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts 
     Of suburban wives who learned to pretend 
     When they met their dream's end 
     In the night. 
      
     Shots 
     I hear shots, I keep hearing shots 
     I keep hearing shots 
     I hear shots. 
      
     Shots 
     I hear shots, I keep hearing shots 
     I keep hearing shots 
     I hear shots. 
      
     But I'll never use your love, 
     You know I'm not that kind 
     And so if you give your heart away 
     I promise to you 
     Whatever we do 
     That I will always be true. 
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