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@ALBUM: BEYOND SALVATION (Australian Issue) (send corrections to
(by The Angels) carranza@cs.unlv.edu)

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@SONG: LET THE NIGHT ROLL ON
(R. Brewster-Neeson-Miller)

Riding on a lucky wheel of seventeen
I think I'm gonna live to be 103
feel like wild card -- what you say
a slice of the night's gonna come my way

Walking through the city
I'm a king of surprise
my midnight champagne's ready on ice
it's Saturday night, I got nerves of steel
I can roll all night on a roulette wheel

Let the night roll on
I'm looking for hell
Let the night roll on
I'm making a kill
it's Saturday night
I waited so long
let the night roll on

Playing along with the rest of the world
saxophone women...satisfied girls
I'm a wound-up string on a violin
the future's gonna take me where I've never been
I could be naked Sunday with nothing to wear
I wouldn't know it, I wouldn't care
it's Saturday night, I got nerves of steel
I can roll all night on a roulette wheel

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@SONG: BACK STREET PICK UP
(Spencer-R. Brewster-Neeson-Manning-Morley)

Welcome back, good to see you again
heart attack, honey where you been

You went away, y' never told me where
baby what can I say, never thought I'd care

Queen of the night you got a heart of stone
now that you're back I can't leave you alone

Back street pick up
Back street pick up
honey where have you been
good to see you again

Saw your face, in a magazine
silk and lace, honey you're obscene

Queen of the night you got a heart of stone
now that you're back I can't leave you alone

Back street pick up
Back street pick up
honey where have you been
good to see you again

You hooked me in, then you raised the price
some call it sin, I call it paradise

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@SONG: DOGS ARE TALKING
(R. Brewster-Neeson-Spencer-Eccles-Hilbun)

There comes a time in a young girl's life
when she first meets a man
there comes a time in a young girl's life
when she becomes a woman

Highway number nineteen
the moon's shining bright
she's been in my dreams
if it's ever gonna happen
it'll happen tonight

Talk to me, talk to me
tell me what you gonna do
come to me, come to me
are we gonna see it through?
so you got a reputation
well I do too!
all across the nation
there are guys hanging out to meet girls like you

The dogs are talking

Heartbreaker, heartbreaker
with a jelly roll skin
lovemaker, lovemaker
aint'cha gonna let me in?
backseat, backseat
you know ya gotta loosen up
body heat, body heat
don't stop now
don't stop...don't stop

The dogs are talking

Cool down, cool down
you don't wanna go home
turn around, turn around
we're gonna scream and moan
talk to me, talk to me
what's you number?
what's your name?
gimme more, gimme more
gotta do it again, and again, and again

The dogs are talking

Let them talk, talk!

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@SONG: RHYTHM RUDE GIRL
(Spencer-R. Brewster)

Show me that rhythm
show me body talk
got no inhibitions
no reserve at all
she's electric
she just seems to feel it
she got soul affection in the way she walk

Turn into liquid
with her legs on fire
gold and feathers
hanging by a thread

Fuel for fantasy
smoother than an angel
sweat fed dancer, born and bred

She's so out of reach
baby I can learn what you can teach
she's a rhythm rude girl

Move it up baby
in your silver shoes
you're in the spotlight
you got all the moves

Fuel for fantasy
lips dig into danger
sweat fed dancer, born and bred

She's so out of reach
baby I can learn what you can teach
she's a rhythm rude girl

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@SONG: JUMP BACK BABY
(Spencer-Neeson-R. Brewster-Manning)

Young girl, hitch-hiking on the highway
cruising by, a perfect stranger look my way
she flagged me down, I turned around
yes I'm ready for the lost and found
what is this, all you wanna do is play

Young girl, leave your doll alone
there's no more skippin' on the rope
somebody say come back home
you say no! No! No!

Jump back baby

State of shock, what ya doin' to me
in your face, saw a map of my destiny
too hot to handle, too cold to hold
could it be, y'r tryin' to save my soul

When it's time to start the show
you tell me that it's time to go
look at you -- y'r at the edge
y' say no! No! No!

Jump back baby

Young girl, hitch-hiking on the highway
cruising by, a perfect stranger look my way
state of shock one more shot
all I'm asking for is what you got
what is this, why you tryin' to run away

Jump back baby

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@SONG: LOVE WAITS
(R. Brewster-Spencer-Neeson-Eccles)

Midnight, where you been
too late to drive my limousine
bit time is all you know
last call is time yo let you go

Love waits for rock and roll
I can't be bought, I can't be sold
your money's not enough
tell me who do you love
love waits for rock and roll

Midnight, where you been
too late to drive my limousine
love comes down on me
if you won't come down
I won't climb your pleasure tree

Love waits for rock and roll
I can't be bought, I can't be sold
your money's not enough
tell me who do you love
love waits for rock and roll

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@SONG: BLEEDING WITH THE TIMES
(R. Brewster-Miller)

I spend my life
scratching in the dirt
trying to find someone to clean me up
and give back what I deserve
there's footsteps from behind
there's knocking on my door
but there's nobody there
I said I didn't need them any more

Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
you spend your life
bleeding

I see faces on the ceiling
when I lie awake in bed
and I can never shed the tears
always damming up my head
it's so easy to pretend
I don't believe in
all that I said

Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
you spend your life
bleeding...

You spend your life
blaming the gods
you believe in
redirecting Valentines
from Eden
you've been trying
you've been lying
you've been crucifying
you spend your life
bleeding with the times

I see myself
silhouetted at the wheel
like an alien without a friend
nothing to conceal
so I climb into the back seat
and I wonder if it's love
when it's down to getting naked
it's just like any other photograph

Picking up pieces
trying to make them fit
thinking about Jesus
shivering in the heat
up against the world
like a dead end kid
dreaming up speeches
the rebel hypocrite
only one step ahead
of lying in the street
you spend you life bleeding

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@SONG: PUSHING AND SHOVING
(Spencer-R. Brewster)

Pickin' at a loose end, loose end
pickin' at a loose end
livin' in a pig pen, start a new trend

Just like the real thing, real thing
just like the real thing
fade into oblivion with a new friend

Eyes going zig-zag
put him in a body bag

Pushin' in the neighbourhood
just like ya momma knew you would

Poor little Kathleen, Kathleen
poor little Kathleen
only fifteen and caught in between

She wanna buy a sten gun, sten gun
she wanna buy a sten gun
learn to salute, ain't that obscene

Look like a new recruit
cheaper than a prostitute

Pushin' in the neighbourhood
just like ya momma knew you would

Act like a caveman, caveman
act like a caveman
swallow it up and start a new plan

Tight as a wet suit, wet suit
tight as a wet suit
button it up with a broken hand

In through the steel gate
up against a dead weight
tryin' to make a clean break
jump before it's too late

Push! Shove!
back down momma!

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@SONG: BITCH
(R. Brewster-Miller)

I'm watching you
from my window
my private video
I'm taking you with me
I'm gonna reach you
I'm gonna teach you
how to be good to me

Stop being a bitch
you're losing your grip
it's gonna make you a hard woman

Witch's in the kitchen's
killing you
and you were so good looking

I'll follow you
with my glass eye
your own devoted spy
don't change the focus
don't kill the spotlight
I'm watching you
`til I'm satisfied

Stop being a bitch
you're losing your grip
it's gonna make you a hard woman

Witch's in the kitchen's
killing you
and you were so good looking

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@SONG: BEYOND SALVATION
(R. Brewster-Spencer-Neeson-Eccles)

Y' can teach me, y' can reach me
y' can beat me, y' can cheat me
y' can bless me, y' can test me
y' can take me through your hall of shame

You might think I've lost control
you think I've lost control
I've lost control

You might think I've sold my soul
you think I've sold my soul
I've sold my soul

Beyond salvation, there's not a lot I can do
beyond salvation, I'll take a ride with you

You can kiss me, you can miss me
you can taste me, you can waste me
you can use me, you can lose me
you can make me feel alive again

You might think I've lost control
you think I've lost control
I've lost control

Beyond salvation, there's not a lot I can do
beyond salvation, I'll take a ride with you

You can hate me, desecrate me
you can love me, you can shove me
you can turn me, you can burn me
you can drag me through
your hall of shame

You might think I've sold my soul
you think I've sold my soul
I've sold my soul

Beyond salvation, there's not a lot I can do
beyond salvation, I'll take a ride with you

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@SONG: TAKE AN X
(Neeson-Spencer-R. Brewster-Towers)

Mother cut her finger
and it won't stop bleeding
should've stayed in bed
but the family needed feeding
positively negative
take another sedative
tried to break the chain
but the pain is so repetitive

Picking up the pieces
pushing for a prize
running out of aces
running out of alibies

Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me

Mother cut her finger
and it won't stop bleeding
should've stayed in bed
but the family needed feeding
father's in the kitchen
counting out his money
shooting down expresso
with a little taste of honey

Picking up the pieces
pushing for a prize
the cracks are on yer faces
the mask is in your eyes
y' sit inside the temple
selling wisdom to the wise
running out of aces
running out of alibies

Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me
Take an X, take me

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