Hoodlum Thunder
Lyrics from the album


ELVIS DIED FOR YOU.
Elvis went to heaven babe, died for all our sins, the son of God its his killer flares, sunglasses and sequins. Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of every man, in Fl-ll fighters and Roberto Duran, there's poetry in the leather that he wears like big mack trunks, theres poetry in the little pictures drawn on a million bucks. NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN T IN HIS HEAVEN NAH NAH NA NA HES WEARING BLUE SUEDE SHOES NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN NAH NAH NA NA AND ELVIS DIED FOR YOU. There's poetry on the air babe, sliding across the sky, surfs right down on a radio wave and into my Hi Fi. I believe there's poetry locked right up inside my skin, tigers caged in the quantum zone and I here them sing. Poetry howls like Ginsberg and raw plutonium, everything is holy, even the nuclear bomb. NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN NAH NAH NA NA HE'S WEARING BLUE SUEDE SHOES NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN NAH NAH NA NA AND ELVIS DIED FOR YOU. Poetry's under pressure sealed in an aerosol can, splattered all around on the ghetto walls and the skid row Ma-Khayam's poetry dances on TV spins in the VCR. Poetry's made in Scotland, they sell it behind the bar.....the presence of the divine in the mundane, kind of .

TOMORROW BELONGS TO THE LOVE REACTION.
Erotic Chaos, God ain't dead. I'm the favourite Son of Madness and I want your, head. Your women are virgins till they've had me. I don't love what you are but what you could be. See me slide like maniacs dream. take my hand and I'll make you clean. You're lost in a technicolour maze, I'll save you baby from this alcohol daze. TOMORROW BELONGS TO THE LOVE REACTION. Less than an angel more than a beast, I'm a panther, you're the feast. Star Wars Baby, the monkey's got it gun. the reptile smiles and shoots out the sun. Swallow dive down to your fever pool, I swim to the bottom, steal your jewel. Skull Ride baby, trip my face, Holy Fool, Sanctified Grace. TOMORROW BELONGS TO THE LOVE REACTION......Chemical epiphanies, waves on a black beach. white bones reclaimed by the Ocean, in every dream and every nightmare, my dominion is eternal

FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN.
I ain't evil I'm just good looking started a fire, baby start cooking. I'm a hungry man but I dom't want pizza, I'll blow down your house and then I'm gonna eat you. Your legs meet in heaven and taste like tequila, you make me feel good but you're not a dope dealer FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN MEET MY LIBIDO HE'S A PSYCHO FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN HUNGRY FOR LOVE AND IT'S FEEDING TIME. You don't wanna talk so baby shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup, that velcro candy, sticky sweet, make my tattoos melt in the heat. Well I ain't veggie, like my flesh on the bone, alive and kicking with no chaperone. FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN MEET MY LIBIDO HE'S A PSYCHO, FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN HUNGRY FOR LOVE AND ITS FEEDING TIME, FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN WOAH BANG THE GONG, FEED MY FRANKENSIEIN WOAH CHOW DOWN FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN......What great big eyes you've got grandma, tense? Nervous ? freudian?

TRASH MADONNA.
I see the power of religion in the sway of her butt, worlds collide and empires fail for the love of this slut. Santa Maria in Azzedine Alia pouring gasoline on the sacred fire, man if she were a car, she'd be an E-type jaguar, SHE'S A TRASH MADONNA. AN ICON OF SLEAZE, A TRASH MADONNA, A PORNO-MYTHEATING TASTEE FREEZE. Helen of Troy in a wet T-shirt, pagan demolition in a micro skirt. Mystery girl, babylon's whore, Delilah with a chainsaw busting down the door. Come on baby let's get wrecked, lose what's left of our self respect. God created woman and the Devil made her bad, girls can confuse but only women drive you mad. TRASH MADONNA, AN ICON OF SLEAZE, TRASH MADONNA, A PORNO MYTH EATING TASTEEE FREEZE. Freeze frame Venus, pause and unload. sex magic on the carpet, think of Brigitte Bardot Temptation under tungsten, someone send for Moses, the golden calfs throwing cheesecake poses.........marooned in perpetual adolescence skewered on the stiletto heel at Astarte Syriaca. the bitch Goddess.

AIRLINE HIGHWAY.
Stony head and a face of steel, crucified behind the steering wheel, I used to sit at God's right hand now on infernal storms I fly with the damned. Sweaty hands in my Lincoln Continental. I'm going cruising got a date with the Devil, the morality of slaves makes martyrs of us all. an unoriginal sin led straight to my fall. HEY JIM THE CRIME'S IN YOUR HEART, YOU PUT LOVE IN A STRAIT JACKET, IT TORE YOU APART. SOUTHERN BOY PUT HIS LOVE IN CHAINS, LOVES A WILD HORSE YOU CAN'T HOLD THE REINS. Well I know I'11 fly in the fires of he11, but I gotta buy what she gotta sell The poetry of Christ I deny, I fell from grace I misspelled pride. HEY JIM THE CRIME'S IN YOUR HEART, YOU PUT LOVE IN A STRAIT JACKET, IT TORE YOU APART, SOUTHERN BOY PUT HIS LOVE IN CHAINS, LOVE'S A WILD HORSE YOU CAN'T HOLD THE REINS........moral tyranny and the tower of babel. a bolt of lightning from the fugitive emotion.

CHAINSAW.
I got Woman right behind my eases, the only damn woman that cuts me down to size. She talks to me when I'm asleep, she's a soul diver boy she ain't skin deep. The fear of God in stiletto heels, a buzz saw baby with teeth of steel CHAINSAW I CALL HER CHAINSAW COME ON CHAINSAW CHAIN ME DOWN. She don't advertise what ain't for sale, this bitch bites when you pull her tail. She takes control in the passion zone, she likes her melts fresh, on the bone. CHAINSAW I CALL HER CHAINSAW COME ON CHAINSAW CHAIN ME DOWN. Calling from the inside, she's my darkest sister........ scented breath across dreaming eyes, untamed animal.

PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF LOVE.
If your star striped dream tunes into nightmares I'll still be waiting just behind your prayers, and if your house burns down and your faith gets torn, in your souls dark night I'll be a fire storm. Hey baby my face is the same, don't you know I just changed my name, sweet thing don't you understand. I'm the star spangled superman. I'M THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF LOVE Well if I make sense but my reason don't rhyme pretty baby I'm your partner in crime. In the jungle honey there ain't no laws, if you wanna survive you better sharpen your claws. Oh honey don't you realise, I m just a mirror look behind by eyes, I'm anything your heart desires. show me a spark and I'll give fire........slip it to me pop.

DR .JEKYLL AND ME.
Jesus Christ don't wear my sneakers Mr D dances in my Adidas. I'm an archetype on a motorbike, one bad mother and I do what I like. YOUR MIND IS THE SEXIEST PART OF YOUR BODY GIRL. I'M THE DUDE WITH THE ATTITUDE, DR JEKYLL AND ME. I'M THE GUY WITH THE SWIRLY EYES, DR JEKYLL AND ME Elvis in flames. straight out of hell, I'm on fire but I feel swell This is the weirdest drug I've ever had, play my guitar like .Johnny B Bad YOUR MIND IS SHE SEXIEST PART OF YOUR BODY GIRL I'M THE DUDE WITH THE ATTITUDE Dr JEKYLL AND ME, I'M THE GUY WITH THE SWIRLY EYES. DR JEKYLL AND ME.........bad muse no. 9 the shadow proposes a manichaen reality

HOODLUM THUNDER.
Smart bombs baby. clever genocide, Sexy medals for homicide between the sick 25 lines, I read the clues. War criminals are the ones that lose My TV set's into Black Magic, the volume low but it's got a big stick Whitney's buzzing with her Steely Dan, pimping emotions for uncle Sam. HOODLUM THUNDER PITBULLS PISSING LIGHTNING, HOODLUM THUNDER, TURKEY SHOOT, COCK FIGHTING; Stormin' Norman, Sgt. Rock, watch out Kids new Nazis on the block. Your New World Orders the same old shit, your ugly sister's slipper still don't fit. Great Satan Sam surfs the cathode rays. A FASCIST FONZ, unhappy days. Whitney sings her song so sweetly when Baghdad screams, you ran can't hear the babies. HOODLUM THUNDER PIT BULLS PISSING, LIGHTNING. HOODLUM THUNDER, TURKEY SHOOT, COCK FIGHTING.......pax. America, black magic manipulation of a nataions psyche, hollywood, yankee doodle nazis

MEANSTREAK.
I've got a ghost in my soul. a mad shadow deep inside, sometimes I feel like a car and there's a stranger hitching a ride. baby I'm sorry if I frightened you, but sometimes I can't control the things that I do I'VE GOT A MEANSTREAK, IT'S A PART OF ME I DON T LIKE TO SHOW, MEANSTREAK, PART OF ME BABY DONT WAN'T TO KNOW. I was there on the hill, it was me that brought the hammer and the nails, I killed in the name of love, but I'll skip the details I'm the angel without discipline. I fell from heaven and I invented sin. GOT A MEANSTREAK, PART OF ME BABY I DON T LIKE TO SHOW, MEANSTREAK. YOU DON' T WANT TO KNOW I believe in America, dressed in my pointy white suit. I'm the fires in the ghetto, the bitter taste of strange fruit I'm the mark on Cain, my tears are black rain I shipped desert, I betrayed the Jew I hide in the mirror and I'm pointing at you baby this things bigger than you and me ...................... sympathy for Keith Richard


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