1. |
Sirens & Chrome
03:14
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On a lonely highway
Stripped to the bone
Slipping into nightmares
The weeks and months have flown
And then I heard it,heard the sirens call
Racing from sirens and chrome
I was once a loner
Kept to myself
Living on the back streets
Didn't want nobody else
And then I heard it,heard the sirens call
Racing from sirens and chrome
The joint was jumpin'
Swam in the room
The scent of perfume
I saw her eyes........
Criss-crossed the country
Breaking every law
Living in a hell hole
They kicked down the door
And then I left it, left the sirens call
Racing from sirens and chrome
The joint was jumpin'
Swam in the room
The scent of perfume
I saw her eyes........
On a lonely highway
Stripped to the bone
Slipping into nightmares
The weeks and months have flown
And then I heard it,heard the sirens call
Racing from sirens and chrome
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2. |
Backhander
02:00
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Jump.jump,jump.jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
I said a stupid thing
She hit me with her ring
Jump.jump,jump.jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
She's my baby, she's my wildcat
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
I made a snide remark
That venom in her eyes
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
Move,move.move,move it
I'm sitting here all alone
There's whispers on the telephone
I heard my babys back
She's back, back my girlfriends back
Jump.jump,jump.jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
I said I missed you so
She said just let it go
Jump.jump,jump.jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
Jump.jump,jump,jump back
She's my baby, she's my wildcat
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3. |
You've Got No Right
01:56
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You've got no right
You've got no right
You've got no right to say you love me
twist yourself and burn inside my brain
You've got no right
You've got no right
You've got no right to pull the heart strings
stroke the ego, start me up again
Creep down the alley
In 1956 you've got the moonlight on the bomb site
and a quiver on the lips
You know you need it
The jungle doctors needle
With a shaken' and a sweatin' and the steel up from the wrist
OH X marks the spot jazz baby
You've got no right
You've got no right
You've got no right to have the high times
Chase away the grey times then no sun
You've got not right
You've got not right
You've got no right to leave me dreaming
as you start your scheming, for my demise
I touched my arm thought there was no danger
and then I died in the arms of a stranger
You've got no right
You've got no right
You've got no right
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4. |
All Draped Up
01:41
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I'm all draped up and a ready to
I'm all draped up and a ready to go
Buddy Holly on my radio
And I 'm all draped up and a ready to go
Creepers on and I'm ready to go
Creepers on and I'm ready to go
Mad Jack shouting on the dog and bone
Well I 'm all draped up and a ready to go
I've got my baby and she loves me so
Pretty,pretty baby going to go go go
Well I love my baby on a Saturday night
Pretty ,pretty baby going to be alright
Ducktailed and I'm ready to to go
Ducktailed and I'm ready to to go
Teddy boys on the march and roar
and we're all draped up and a ready to go
Creepers on and we're ready to go
we're all draped up and a ready to go
Crazy Cavan on the radio
and we're all draped up and a ready to go
I love my baby and she loves me so
Village hall is a go go go
Well I love my baby on a Saturday night
Pretty ,pretty baby going to be alright
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5. |
The Friday Chair
02:01
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The streets are quiet, nobody seen
The word is out everybody in
Some mad, bad boys come round here
They're going to lay it on the friday chair
Cause I'm Lord,I'm the chairman of the board
I'm a cut throat,scar faced,hip shaking son of a gun
Hey Lord,the Friday chair call
And if you're looking for trouble,
then we're going to have ourselves some fun
The Friday chair is a monsterous thing
It run the racket, it run the ring
It run the hole in the wall, and the girls
It take a shiner out of every little thrill
Cause I'm Lord,I'm the chairman of the board
I'm a cut throat,scar faced,hip shaking son of a gun
Hey Lord,the Friday chair roar
And if you're looking for trouble,
then we're going to have ourselves some ......
The streets are quiet,the King is dead
Hey I'm Bourne,I'm the chairman of the board
I'm a cut throat,scar faced,hip shaking son of a gun
Hey Bourne,the Friday chair call
And if you're looking for trouble,
then we're going to have ourselves some fun
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6. |
Hangin'
02:05
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Friday walker, walking from his room
Friday walker, he'll be hanging' round soon
Gallows humour,sweat on the lips
Friday walker he'll be ready to....
One,two,one,two three ,four
He shouldn't gone out late that night
Got drunk,got in a teddy boy fight
Saw the man in blue,what could he do
Put his hand in the pocket,flickknife
Friday walker, walking from his room
Friday walker, he'll be swinging round soon
Gallows humour,sweat on the brow
Friday walker you know your sentence by now
Have you any last words
Have you any last words
Yep
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7. |
Little Red Dress
02:37
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Smoking,feeling hung over
Little red dress, in the corner
Saw her last night, in the half light
She's my shadow, losing hours
Body aching, fever breaking
Black dog growling, rear view mirror
I can see her....
Hoping,praying
Little red dress, in the corner
Danced the night away, till the break of day
She's my shadow, poisoned arrow
Body aching, fever breaking
Black dog growling, rear view mirror
I can see her....
Soaking, in the moonshine
Dreams of red wine
Heart beat flat line
Danced the night away, till the break of day
Little red dress, in the corner
Body aching, fever breaking
Black dog growling, rear view mirror
I can see her....
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8. |
On Your Bike
02:29
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Gene wrote a song about a stripper
Wild Joe rode his Vincent Black Shadow
On your bike
Presley took his baby on his Harley
While Fury rode his Norton in the snow
On your bike
Heaven ,is a wind blown dusty heatwave
Motor moans chased by the devil all the time
On your bike x 4
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9. |
Don't Let Me Down
02:51
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Dockside at night, cats sing rats fight
Nothing is right ,clock strikes midnight
I lost my baby at the Blue Moon raid
The wailing sirens and the flashlights down the lane
I keep a reading, she says I'm Ieaving
I hear her sweet voice and it's burning in my brain
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Headlights on half beam, dockside at night
Red lights and hot steam & the diamonds burning bright
Pages keep turning, I keep returning
Too that dark alley where the bullets split the screen
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Catwoman of Bast, Batwing by Sax
Those twisted tales keep a seeping through the cracks
My life is tearing, need some repairing
I hear that sweet voice and it's floating at my back
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Drinking cause you drive me crazy
Drinking cause l need you baby
Drivjng and I'm going nowhere
Red light,headlights
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10. |
Slowburn
02:43
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Slowburn sucks the oxygen
out of every little room
that she wanders through
Slowburn whoa a little honey
gonna shake a little baby
gonna be alright
Slowburn makes me feel funny
Slowburn makes me spend my money
Slowburn shake a little honey
gonna rockabilly baby on a Saturday night
White flame she's the one to blame
when you shiver with a sigh
and she cuts you down to size
Slowburn whoa a little honey
gonna shake a little baby
gonna be alright
Slowburn makes me feel funny
Slowburn makes me spend my money
Slowburn rock a little honey
gonna rockabilly baby on a Saturday night
She's my lover,there ain't no other
She makes me tremble from my tip to my toe
and when she touched me, baby when she kissed me
It's a man man man l'm about to explode
Slowburn sucks the oxygen
out of every little room
that she wanders through
Slowburn whoa a little honey
gonna shake a little baby
gonna be alright
Slow move moving jn slow motion
as she causes a commotion she a number nine
Slow move whoa a little honey
gonna shake a little baby
gonna be alright
Slowburn makes me feel funny
Slowburn makes me spend my money
Slowburn shake a little honey
gonna shake a little baby on a Saturday night
She's my lover,there ain't no other
She makes me tremble from my tip to my toe
when she touched me, baby when she kissed me
It's a man man man l'm about to explode
Slowburn sucks the oxygen
out of every little room
that she wanders through
Slowburn whoa a little honey
gonna shake a little baby
gonna be alright
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11. |
Snarlin' Darlings
02:06
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Saturday, I'm ok
Heading down to the drag time whirl
She's so pretty, feeling pity
for all the losers who love my girl
Leather jackets, white lace
snarlin' darlings with the razor blades x 2
Broken bottles, council strip
Gives her hair that playful flick
Come on losers make my day
kicks them hard better stay away
Leather jackets, white lace
snarlin' darlings with the razor blades
She's my baby ,she's my honey
She's my sugar , she's as hot as spice
But don't you worry, don't you fret
she'll be ready for a ballroom fight
Leather jackets, white lace
snarlin' darlings with the razor blades
Saturday, I'm ok
Heading down to the drag time whirl
She's so pretty, feeling pity
for all the losers who love my girl
Leather jackets, white lace
snarlin' darlings with the razor blades
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12. |
Rustbelt Boogie
02:21
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Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac,
going fast she won't be back
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina,nina,nina rolled a cigarette
Nina,nina,nina rolled a cigarette
Nina,nina,nina rolled a cigarette
blew her mind and blew her head
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
And she said
Why am l in this place and
why do l look at your face
You drive me crazy, you drive me bad
well the rustbelt boogie made me bad
Heartbreak city had a heart attack
Heartbreak city had a heart attack
Heartbreak city had a heart attack
nina,nina ain't coming back
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina, took a breathe
Why she cried and
why am l in this place
Why you drive me crazy, you drive me mad
well the rustbelt boogie made me bad
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac
Nina,nina,nina stole a cadillac,
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Raccoons Hobart, Australia
Night time, dirty streets, sepia memories, razors, fights, cigarette soaked rooms, decay, drinking, hollow laughter, the American dream, Teddy Boys, Judies, rats and rockers, petroleum, bikes , bomb sites, Billy Fury, Gene Vincent and Crazy Cavan. All these elements and more are built into the Raccoons original songs, snarling and roaring in every live show. ... more
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