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Warrant
Warrant


Background information
Origin Hollywood, California, United States
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Glam Metal
Hard Rock
Years active 1984—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
CMC International
Website Website
Members
Erik Turner
Jerry Dixon
Steven Sweet
Joey Allen
Robert Mason



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Warrant Album


Under The Influence (2001)
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In the attic lies
Voices scream
Nothing's seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing's seen
Real's a dream

(Chorus)
Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic
Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic
Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic
Toys, toys, Toys In The Attic

In the attic lies
Voices scream
Nothing's seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing's seen
Real's a dream

(Repeat Chorus)

. . .


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 living 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 sliver 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
You've got to strut your stuff
When you're down on your luck

You can't take it easy
Being good ain't good enough
When you're down on your luck
Nobody give a fair deal
When you're down on your luck

People out in Hollywood

. . .


When I was a kid all I wanted to be
Was the meanest dude on the meanest machine
Now I'm going to wrong way on a one-way street
I never fit this society

I don't really mind
Doing my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
Were:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll

I ain't looking for trouble but it's looking for me
The law of the jungle is protecting me
Lose sleep man stay out of your bed
You might wind up in jail if you lose your head

In death I might find
True peace of mind
But while I'm alive
Free choice is mine
It's either:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll

I don't really mind
Doing my own time
The three choices I ever came to find
Were either:Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll

. . .


Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true

bridge:

Red hot mama
Velvet charmer
Time's come to pay your dues

chorus:

Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a
A son of a bitch
Now you're messin' with a son of a bitch

Talkin' jivey, poison ivy
You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

bridge

chorus

solo

chorus

. . .


Get your party gown and get your pigtail down
And get your heart beatin' baby
Got my timin' right I got my act all tight

It's gotta be tonight
My little school babe
Your momma says you don't
And your daddy says you won't
And I'm boilin' up inside
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose out this time

Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Get your fanny out the door
I don't need him nosin' around
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Give me all your love tonight

'Go get outa my house you're such a dirty louse'
That's all I ever get from you
They cut me down to size
In fact I don't think I ever heard
A single little civil word from those guys
I don't give a light
I'm gonna make out all right
I've got a sweetheart hand
To put a stop to all that
Screamin' and fussin'

Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Take your little brother swimmin'
With a brick that's all right
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Or you ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no friend of mine

Your momma and your daddy
Gonna plague me till I die
I can't understand it
I'm a peaceful guy
Tie your mother down
Tie your mother down
Get that big big big big big big
Fanny out the door
Tie your mother down yeah
Tie your mother down
Give me all your love tonight
All your love tonight

. . .


(Hey man) oh leave me alone you know
(Hey man) oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
(Hey man) I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place

(Hey man) my schooldays insane
(Hey man) my work's down the drain
(Hey man) well she's a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she..and then she..

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back from Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

(Hey man) Ah Henry, don't be unkind, go away
(Hey man) I can't take you this time, no way
(Hey man) droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

Oh hit me!

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back from Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back from Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City
Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City
Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette,

Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
Quite all right
A Suffragette City
Too fine
A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City
Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City
Oh, Suffragette
Suffragette!

. . .


Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.
She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch."
Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's
going round.

Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.

Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things."
"Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines."
Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war.
But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years.

Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.

Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year?
Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear?
When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch.
Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out.

Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay.

Away.
Away.

Repeat Chorus 7X

. . .


I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be
I know I ain't doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock 'n' roller welfare

Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where you want to go
I'm living in a nightmare
She's looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can't afford the gasoline

CHORUS:
I've got holes in my shoes
And I'm way overdue
Down payment blues

Get myself a steady job
Some responsibility
Can't even feed my cat
On social security
Hiding from the rent man
Oh it makes me want to cry
Sheriff knocking on my door
Ain't it funny how the time flies

Sitting on my sailing boat
Sipping off my champaign
Suzy baby all at sea (Suzy baby you're obscene)
Say she want to come again
Feeling like a paper cup
(Floating | Blowing) down a storm drain
Got myself a sailing boat
But I can't afford the gasoline (...afford a drop of rain)

CHORUS

. . .


If you want it, here it is, come and get it
Make your mind up fast
If you want it anytime, I can give it
But you better hurry 'cause it may not last

Did I hear you say that there must be a catch
Will you walk away from a fool and his money, sonny
If you want it here it is, come and get it
But you better hurry 'cause it's going fast


If you want it, here it is, come and get it
Make your mind up fast
If you want it anytime, I can give it
Make your mind up fast


Did I hear you say that there must be a catch
Will you walk away from a fool and his money, sonny
If you want it here it is, come and get it
But you better hurry 'cause it's going fast


Did I hear you say that there must be a catch
Will you walk away from a fool and his money, sonny
If you want it here it is, come and get it
But you better hurry 'cause it's going fast
You better hurry 'cause it's going fast
You better hurry 'cause it's going fast

. . .


One good wash and your outta my hair
You never shoulda' been there in the first place
I fell into a hole in the middle of your world
I got mud all over my face

I'm sorry everything I do is wrong to you and,
But you do everything that you can
To make me feel sub human

I try to speake my mind to you
I can't get a thing across to you

And I'm sorry everything I do is wrong to you and,
But you do everything that you can
To make me feel sub human

I eat the words you feed to me
I through them up in agony

And I'm sorry everything I do is wrong to you and,
But you do everything that you can
To make me feel sub human

solo

And I'm sorry everything I do is wrong to you and,
But you do everything that you can
To make me feel sub human

. . .


She's got an iron will
She's gonna do what she thinks is right
I know she will

And as for me I'm not that silent
It's hard to live in a world this quiet
And if you want me to let you go
Well I think you should know

That I tried hard to live without you
But it doesn't work for me
And I tried not to think about you
But your in all my dreams

I can't stand living on my own
I can't stand staring into space
I hate that everything I see turns into your face

She left an empty house
Without a word, without a sound
Without a shout

And as for me I'm not that silent
It's hard to live in a world this quiet
And if you want me to let you go
Well I think you should know

That I tried hard to live without you
But it doesn't work for me
And I tried not to think about you
But your in all my dreams

I can't stand living on my own
I can't stand staring into space
I hate that everything I see turns into your face

My teary eyes have seen all I wanna see
Of the world

I tried hard to live without you
But it doesn't work for me
And I tried not to think about you
But your in all my dreams

I can't stand living on my own
I can't stand staring into space
I hate that everything I see turns into your face
Turns into your face

. . .


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