Thin Lizzy Album

There are people that will investigate you
They'll insinuate, intimidate and complicate you
Don't ever wait or hesitate to state the fate that awaits those who
Try to shake or take you
Don't let them break you

You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong what I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want to

People that despise you will analyse then criticise you
They'll scandalise and tell lies until they realize
You are someone they should have apologised to
Don't let these people compromise you
Be wise too

You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong what I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want to

Hey you you're not their puppet on a string
You can do everything
It's true if you really want to
You can do anything you want

Just like I do

You can do anything you want to do
It's not wrong when I sing it's true
You can do anything you want to do
Do what you want

Hey you
No can do
Hey you
Yes you

Elvis is dead
The king of Rock'n Roll is dead
Elvis is dead

Outside the window the neon flashes
In the morning light
Down on the sidewalk there's a woman with a problem
But she don't know how to fight

She's destitute and broken down
She softly whispers is there no one around
And no one hears the sound
Her knees give way and hit the ground

This is the toughest street in town
This is the toughest street in town
This is the toughest street in town
This is the toughest

Like a rat in a pack it attacks
From the back
Through a crack in a track
And you take a smack

This Jack has had a hard day
No one told him it would be like this
He's had to score the hard way
Working on twenty hour shifts

This is the toughest street in town
This is the toughest
It's tough stuff
This is the toughest street around
This is the toughest
Don't you do down

No how

It's just another black spot
Where far too many people have died
It's just another grave yard
And there's not too many people left alive

This is the toughest
Are you tough enough
This is the toughest
Are you rough enough
This is the toughest
Can you bluff enough

Just a minor misery did me no harm
But it's there to warn outside the window
The neon is still flashing in the morning light
Down on the sidewalk that woman was blown away
Out of sight

All across the city no one gives a damn
All across the city no one seems to understand

This is the toughest
This is the toughest street in town
This is the toughest street around
This is the toughest

Are you rough enough
This is the toughest
If I were you I wouldn't come around here
This is the toughest
This is the toughest
Are you tough enough

She walked out of a shady motel
Into the arms of a sugar daddy
She'd been having a good time
Oh but she loved her daddy madly

She said daddy what can I do
I want to spend my time making love to you
But daddy had to run hit and run
Now he's gone

S&M

This customer was shady he kept a rubber hose
He liked to beat the ladies
There's nothing wrong with that I suppose
"Yes there is,"

He made them want to shout, "Ouch"
But this time you better watch out
He kicked her oh and he beat her
And he whipped her

S&M

He beat her black and blue

He just liked the violence said it made him tough
He just liked the violence said she couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Smack

S&M

He beat her like a drum

This fetish could be foolish
It could lead to something dangerously wreckless
To hold your lover helpless
Could lead to something called a mess

Unless you like to be tacky
And kinky, sleasy and slinky
To make them wanna shout, "Ouch"
Fight back and scratch out

S&M
Do it again

Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes
He gives for what he's got
And what he's got he says he has not
Stolen from anyone

It's not that he don't tell the truth
Or even that he misspent his youth
It's just that he holds the proof
But you feel there's something's wrong

Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi

Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet
Against the odds he smokes another cigarette
Says that it helps him to forget
That he's a nervous wreck

It's not that he misses much
Or even that he's lost his lucky touch
It's just that he gambles so much
And you know that it's wrong

Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to catch your eye
Waiting for an alibi

Waiting for an alibi
Try to say I told you I told you

Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to get you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
To say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi

Captain's hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah

Schoolboy eyes
Would stare in innocent fun
Never told no lies
He loved Sarah

Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"

Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah

Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right

Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Junk don't take you far

Tell my Mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Pack up, I've had enough, that's it, I quit
Give up, you win, I lose, you win
You choose, you stay
I'll go, you stay, I lose

I used to be a dreamer
But I realize that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all

Get out of here
Get out of here
Get out
Do I make myself clear

No way, I must go, can't stay, must run
No chance, I can't give a second chance
No hope, there's no hope for you now
No romance, no more romance

No how, no how could we stay together
No need, I have no need for you now
No fear, no fear of you no more

Get out of here
Get out of here
Do I make myself clear

Pack up, give in, go home, get out

I used to be a dreamer
But I realized that it's not my style at all
In fact it becomes clearer that a dreamer
Doesn't stand a chance at all

And I've become bitter
For I believe that this is better
No matter, whatever, whenever
We can never ever stay together

Get out of here
Go

Do I make myself plain
I don't want to ever see you again
Get out of here

Pack up, give in, get out of here
Rev up, go away, get out of here
Give in, go home, right away, get to
Pack up, give in, give up, rev up
Go away ... out

It's a tedious existence laying your love on the line
Resistance is useless she can leave at any time
I must confess that in my quest I felt depressed and restless
But this Casanova's roving days are over more or less

With love

She broke my heart and made me sad
You foolish boy you lost what you had

My Mademoiselle I must make my farewell
You see Senor I know she don't want me no more
I'd like to make that Fraulein mine, mein Fraulein
So I'll depart sweetheart and leave you with this line

With love
She says she won't be back no more
With love
She says she's leaving for sure

My Mademoiselle I'll say farewell
No matter where you are, Au Revoir
'Til we meet again, Auf Wiedersehn

She wrote it on a letter
But it didn't make him feel any better
With love
She says goodbye, adios, farewell

There are those who will spend a lifetime of leisure
'Til the leisure finally takes control
And they'll spend their life in search of pleasure
Never knowing the treasure that they own

There are those who will spend a lifetime in hard labour
'Til the labour breaks both body and soul
And they will learn to love their neighbor
And be assured of what they own

Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies I want to know
So I can teach my children, oh

Pray tell me the story of young CЈ Chulainn
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
And how he'd fight and always won
And how they cried when he was fallen

Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land
And how her sons died at her own hand
And how fools obey commands
Oh tell me the legends of long ago

Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me

Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling
Far away you rolling river
Roll down the mountain side
On down on down go lassie go

Oh Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies so I might know
So I can tell my children, oh

My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
While William Butler waits
And Oscar, he's going Wilde

Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
Looking for a girl with green eyes
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen
That Georgie knows Best

But Van is the man
Starvation once again
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
Synge's Playboy of the Western World

As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary