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Thin Lizzy
Thin Lizzy


Background information
Origin Dublin, Ireland
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
EMI Group
Vertigo Records
Mercury Records
BMG International
Associated acts Whitesnake
Motörhead
Def Leppard
Wild Horses
Blue Murder
Funky Junction
Grand Slam
Dare
21 Guns
The Almighty
Website Website
Members
Vivian Campbell
Ricky Warwick
Scott Gorham
Marco Mendoza
Darren Wharton
Brian Downey
Former members
Brian Robertson
Phil Lynott
Eric Bell
Gary Moore
Midge Ure
Snowy White
John Sykes
Randy Gregg
Francesco DiCosmo
Eric Wrixon
Tommy Aldridge
Michael Lee



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Thin Lizzy Album


Renegade (1981)
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"Oh my god… There's millions of them!"

I've seen a fire start in 'Frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children crying out
To their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen Hitler's storm troopers
March right across the Maginot Line

I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century
There was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who prophesied
That in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land
A holocaust
The likes of which this planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, "Have mercy, mercy"

His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man, so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground

"I think they're gone now."

. . .


He's just a boy that has lost his way
He's a rebel that has fallen down
He's a fool been blown away
To you and me he's a renegade

He's a clown that we put down
He's a man that doesn't fit
He's a king but not in this town
To you and me he's a renegade

But he is a king when he's on his own
He's got a bike and that's his throne
And when he rides he's like the wind
To you and me he's a renegade

He's just a boy that has lost his sights
He's a stranger that prowls the night
He's a devil, that's right
To you and me he's a renegade

Check it out, check his face
Look at his eyes, they're so sly
I wonder why he cries on the inside
I wonder why he's a renegade

Oh please, I'm on my begged, bended knees
Oh please, please heed my call
He's just a boy that has lost his way
He's just a boy, that's all

. . .


Set me on my destination
Point me the way to my position
What's the meaning of my mission
I have made my decision clear

I don't need another reason
I don't want any more prime time
I have made my decision
Not for the first but for the last time

I'm setting on slow
I'm building it up
I'm letting it go
The pressure will blow on time

I don't want another story
You can place it with your nursery rhymes
I don't want to take the glory
Why don't you and him take it this time

I don't need another reason
I can't make another play
I know you're both in secret liaison
So we must go our separate ways

I'm setting on slow
I'm building it up
I'm letting it go
The pressure will blow on time

So I'll keep pushing my position
Till the pressure builds it well
And I'll keep pressing your decision
Till you've made your mind up as well

I can't take another season
I can't make another play
I know you're in secret liaison
So we must go our separate ways

I'm setting on slow
I'm building it up
I'm letting it go
The pressure will blow on time

. . .


I better keep myself from being busted
I better keep myself out of jail
'Cause I ain't got a friend to get me trusted
That's why my mama sends my money through the mail

I've been down on my luck
I've been down on my wealth
I'm got to stop taking care of business
Start taking care of my health

I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town behind
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave this town tonight

Well, I set off down the main street
With such a long, long way to go
But before I started I was cornered on the corner
Still waiting for my sugar to show

I've been down on my luck
I've been down on my wealth
I've got to stop taking care of somebody's else's business
Start taking care of myself

I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town behind
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave this town tonight

I was fooling around with the sheriff's daughter
She was a real fine fox
But the sheriff he came after
And threatened to lock me in a cell box

He showed me his Magnum
He showed me his shotgun
He shoved it in my face
And said, "Boy, I think you best be gone"

I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town
I've got to leave this town behind
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave
I've got to leave this town tonight
I've got to leave

I better keep myself from being busted
I better keep myself out of jail
'Cause I ain't got a friend to get me trusted
That's why my mama sends my money through the mail

. . .


They say people out in Hollywood
Live their life out in black and white
They're living out a technicolor dream
Next day they're a star overnight

Not like in New York
Man, it's tougher
Not like in London town
Boy, you suffer

Nobody give a break
When you're down on your luck
Everybody's on the take
When you're down on your luck
You can't make a mistake
When you're down on your luck

People out in Hollywood
They got a lot of class
You see the boys strutting down the boulevard
Trying to make a pass

Not like in New York
It's high rise, it's concrete and complex
Not like in London town
It reigns down on its subjects

Nobody give a damn
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands
When you're down on your luck
Lady Chance, she won't dance
When you're down on your luck

People out in Hollywood
They can make it to the stars
They can reach the screen
Drive around in big expensive convertible cars

Not like in New York
All you've got is Broadway
Not like in the west end of London
You can't make it no way

Nobody give a damn
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands
When you're down on your luck
Lady Chance, she won't dance
When you're down on your luck

You've got to strut your stuff
When you're down on your luck
You can't take it easy, it ain't good enough
When you're down on your luck
Everybody's on the make
When you're down on your luck

Nobody give a fair deal
When you're down on your luck
Nobody understands my Uncle Sam
When you're down on your luck
I'm ready for the dance
When you're down on your luck

I got to make a dollar holler
When you're down on your luck
Mama, mama, mama, mama
When you're down on your luck

. . .


Hey, listen closely
Listen while I tell you why he loves you and what he misses mostly
It's pointless, his pretending
He's got a broken heart, a broken heart that needs mending

You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again
You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

He's going crazy, he's reckless
Without you, baby, he's helpless
It's deadly how you broke him
He's a fool without you, baby, I'm not joking

You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again
You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

Now when I'm down
My friends they always come around
And when I'm upset
My friends they help me to forget
But how can he forget?
He hasn't got a friend
'Cause no one told him
You didn't want to see him again
You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

Now when I'm down
My friends they always come around
And when I'm upset
My friends they help me to forget
But how can he forget?
He hasn't got a friend
'Cause no one told him
You didn't want to see him again
You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

He's all washed up and washed out
Without you, baby, every place he goes he's thrown out
He's turned vicious, he's malicious
Just goes to show you how much he misses, you know what

He wouldn't tell me
You didn't want to see him again
You didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

I couldn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again
I didn't tell him
You didn't want to see him again

. . .


Check out Fats
He's a real cool cat
He's got a black and white tux
With lots of class

He says, "I love that jazz, I love that razzmatazz
I love to swing"
“I just go crazy when you give me room
To do my thing"
That's Fats

Well, check out Fats
He's a real cool cat
He's got bright white spats
And sharp dark trilby hat

He's got a chick that's slick
And I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick
It matches the carnation on his tux

I love his jazz, I love his style
It makes me feel so nice
Oh Fats, won't you play with me a while?
That's Fats

Oh well, Sigmund Freud
He gets very annoyed
He was checking out Fats
And Waller just didn't like that cat

He said, "I don't like his looks
I don't like his fashion"

I love his jazz, I love his style
It makes me feel so nice
Oh Fats, won't you play for me a while?
Not that Fats

He's such a real cool cat
That's Fats
Nobody plays that jazz
Not like Fats
He's such a real cool cat
That's Fats
He's such a real cool cat
That's Fats
He's such a real cool cat
That's Fats

. . .


She was a Mexican girl, she had Mexican blood
I seen it the night that she died
She was a Mexican girl, she had Mexican blood
Oh how she could drive that Mexican boy wild

He's on the run near El Paso
And he'll cross all across America
He's leaving behind old Mexico
And his girl, that pretty Mexican girl, that pretty Mexican girl that died

She had Mexican blood
That pretty little senorita
She had Mexican blood
She had Mexican blood

He was a Mexican boy with a Mexican smile
And he drank a little tequila
He was a Mexican boy in a Mexican town
And oh how he loved his young senorita

Now and then he'd cross the Rio Grande
And he'd come back a wanted, hunted man
And his Mexican girl was his Mexican prize
And that girl was his girl, that pretty Mexican girl, that pretty Mexican girl that died

She had Mexican blood
She had Mexican blood

He was a cowboy's boy and a cowboy's son
And on his side he had a gun
He was a cowboy's boy, he was the law
He was out looking for someone

That night he rode into town
The Mexican boy tried to gun him down
That's when his heart broke up inside
'cause lying on the ground was his girl, his pretty Mexican girl, she died

She had Mexican blood

He loved her
And she loved him
And when he lost her
Oh how it hurt him

I seen it the night she died

He loved her
And she loved him
That's when he lost her
She had Mexican blood

He loved her
And she loved him
And when he lost her
He lost everything

. . .


The man finds himself alone
For the first time in his life
He's always got a problem
He's got to work it out wrong or right

He's got to work it out
He's so lonely in the night
He's got to work it out
All alone

Now who in the world would believe
That he's got another trick up his sleeve
And who in the world wants to know
Which way should he go

Which way should he turn?
Which way should he learn?
Which day should he stop?
Which way to the top?

I remember him when we were friends
When we were young way back then
I still can recall when we were small
How he tried his best to warn us all

This living on his own has turned his heart to stone
And it's all pain
He sits out on his own and eats his heart out alone
In the pouring rain

Now who in the world would have known
That just a few years ago
His love could have grown and grown
Through the rain, the sleet and snow

But the rain, the sleet and snow
Chills the heart and kills the soul
So the let the cold winds blow
What he doesn't see he doesn't know

I remember him when we were friends
When we were young way back then
I recall it all when we were small
How he tried his best to warn us all
I remember it still, I always will
When we were friends way back then
I recall it all when we were small
How he tried his best to warn us all
Of the danger

He said, "Watch out for the danger"
He said, "Watch out"

The man is a winner
For the first time in his life
He looks a little thinner
But he says, "Hey, that doesn't matter"

But if you look closely
You'll see a cold
Smug self-satisfactory smile
Behind his evil eyes

And now that he has won
It doesn't matter how or which way it was done
Now that he's in control
Revenge is in his heart and soul

The power is at his fingertips
Vengeance is on his lips
But the power he fought to control
Now has got him in its grips

I remember him when we were friends
When we were young way back then
I recall it all when we were small
How he tried his best to warn us all
I remember it still, I always will
When we were friends way back then
I recall it all when we were small
How he tried his best to warn us all
Of the danger

I remember him when we were friends
When we were young way back then
But now we're all grown up and we're strangers

ou see, bit by bit, part by part
We slipped and slipped till we'd grown apart
And now we're strangers

I remember him when we were friends
When we were young, it was way back then
I still can recall when we were small
How he tried his best, he said watch out for the danger

ou see, bit by bit, part by part
We slipped and slipped till we'd grown apart
And now we're strangers

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