Big shots branded by the bitch on their backs
Never questioning longing and lack
All shook up by your brain trusted pals
Why don't you play it long and loud

I just thought you'd lay it all on the line
I was only dreaming you'd stand the test of time
Lay it all on me, lay it on all the line

Big, bad Brad buys up all he can buy
Boats and planes and a million square miles
Cooperate or we'll fight the good fight
Spouts Brad from the Post and the New York Times

I just thought you'd lay it all on the line
I was only dreaming you'd stand the test of time
Lay it all on me, lay it on all the line

Bossman Brad thinks the world's a pile of clay
And his momma told him he could mold it any way

So lay it all on me, lay it all on the line
Now lay it all on me, lay it all on the line
C'mon, lay it all on me, lay it all on the line
Why don't you lay it all on me
Lay it all on the line

Lay It All On The Line

I’ve been up I’ve been down I’ve been all over this town
I’ve been near I’ve been far visited every bar
I guess I have a way of settling for 2nd best
I guess I have a way of making life a difficult test

Lita so lovely I guess she’s taking over for me
Lita know nothing - I guess everything is hunky dory, Lita
Everything is hunky dory

Everyone runs past you in everything you do
In your quest of mediocrity no publicity
I guess you have a way of settling into my life
I guess you have a way of taking everything in my life

Lita so lovely I guess she’s taking over for me
Lita know nothing - I guess everything is hunky dory
I guess I fell through the cracks and you kindly filled them
I guess I fell through the cracks and you kindly filled them in
Lita so lovely I guess she’s taking over for me
Lita know nothing - I guess everything is hunky dory, Lita
Everything is hunky dory

Paul’s got a model and if you’ve got the proper paper
You can play with Paul’s model and maybe Lita

I guess I fell through the cracks and you kindly filled them
I guess I fell through the cracks and you kindly filled them in
Lita so lovely I guess she’s taking over for me
Lita know nothing - I guess everything is hunky dory
I'm feeling hunky dory
Everything is hunky dory
I guess I fell through the cracks
Lita so lovely I guess she’s taking over for me
Lita know nothing - I guess everything is hunky dory, Lita
Everything is hunky dory

I guess I fell through the cracks and you kindly filled them in

Hunky Dory

I hate politics and I won't talk revisionist
Don't sweat no evangelist
I just wanna dance
I hate chocolate gifts and I don't want a kiss
Please don't touch the fingertips
Yeah I just wanna dance

I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you

No Johnny come lately
I don't need security
Now I'm yours faithfully
I just wanna dance
No long tender mercies
You don't need to serve me
Now I'm yours faithfully
I just wanna dance

I just wanna dance with you
Yeah I just wanna dance -  I just wanna dance
I just wanna dance
I just wanna dance with you

I'll say anything and I'll do anything
And I won't remember anything
I just wanna dance
I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you

I'll say anything and I'll do anything
And I won't remember anything
I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance with you
I just wanna dance
I just wanna dance with you

I Just Wanna Dance

If music was fashion I'd be such a whore
A crap song priced just like Michael Kors
If music was fashion I'd be such a whore
And buy lots of paint for my outlet store

With a change of name to Michel Belme’
$10,000 songs would be my forte
I'd hire a staff and dilute their ideas
And slap my big name over their weak appeals
With slaves held in China to play note for note
I'd churn out the hits like a Hilfiger coat
My songs coveted by the masses and more
With prices only rich bitches can afford

If music was fashion a slut I would be
Like a bare-breasted model from Givenchy
If music was fashion I'd be such a tramp
And peddle my metal like Yves Saint Laurent

If my song was a bag it would be an Armani
At 120 beats of 4/4 Fendi
My philosophy di Alberti Ferretti
If my song was a Beatle it'd be Stella McCartney

I’d put a big hat on my ballady tear-jerker
A lip-syncing sashaying runway lurker
Bill Blass might roll over and scream in his grave
While millions of fans would yell “Bold and Brave!”

Hey! Get off my runway! Get out of my way!
If music was fashion I’d be de la Renta
And write just for girls and maybe bald guys in Mensa
Melodious clouds of Chanel #5
Would waft from my Marshall , the stench of my jive

If music was fashion I'd be such a whore
A crap song priced just like Michael Kors
If music was fashion I'd be such a boor
If music was fashion I'd still be poor
But I’d have a super cool wardrobe

Lead Guitar by Mario Trane

If Music Was Fashion

Yo, what's up Johnny
You thinbk you're goin' somewhere
Well, get in line, baby

This is my final chance
My final chance at life and love
And losing is all I think about

Now I'm not keeping tabs but Your Grace is super bad
'Round town wear your heart on your sleeve and stuff it down your pants
You know the type, would walk a mile for a Camel
And on the hottest days in summer covered head to toe in flannel

That was me that was me that was really me
I'd be queerer with a mirror but I'm still at heart a sinner
And I like it.  I like it. I'm a sinner, no beginner
I turned around and now I
Did it. Dig it down. Dig it up. Spread the love around

This is my final chance
Of making everything bad go away
Everything good is coming today
This is my final romance
And baby everything hot is poppin'
Everything not is rotten, Johnny
Everything Naught is rotten, Johnny

I'm not keeping tabs but your ride is super flash
In a flood. In a ditch. Bump a bike. Life's a bitch.
I've never seen a Ferrari that slow
You must strike fear in the stop and go.
You must strike fear
Live it. Live it down. Live it up. Spread the love around.

This is my final chance
Of making everything bad go away
Everything good is coming today
This is my final romance
And baby everything hot is poppin'
Everything not is rotten, Johnny
Everything Naught is rotten, Johnny

Everything not is rotten, Johnny
Everything Naught is rotten
Johnny's rotten!

I turned around and now I
Did it. Dig it down. Dig it up. Spread the love around

This is my final chance
Of making everything bad go away
Everything good is coming today
This is my final romance
And baby everything hot is poppin'
Everything not is rotten, Johnny
Everything Naught is rotten, Johnny

This is my final chance
Of making everything bad go away
This is my final romance
And baby everything hot is poppin'
Everything not is rotten, Johnny
This is my final chance

Everything Naught Is Rotten, Johnny

Lockdown Loosey

Quiet Afternoon

Underwater

Load Me Up Pt2

There's a 4-alarm fire why don't you meet me on Meyer
It's just a walk up the street from the place where we used to meet
Oh, ho, ho what fun walking to the sun

Big Bill Rogers stroll the Superdome
He's always on the go cuz he can't stand to be alone
And everywhere he goes he's on the phone

Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
I don't know what to do
Take it out on you

Woh Wet Willie walking west with the crowd
He says it's never so loud as when sound stops all around
He don't know what he's found so he goes home

Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
Take it out on all of you
I don't know what to do
Take it out on you

There's a restless boy looking over a map
He says he's gonna get out and he will never come back here alive
He dials but his hands are tied
He's gotta get out. He's gotta get out and drive

But there's a 4-alarm fire why don't you meet me on Meyer
I wanna walk up the street through the heat that envelopes me
Oh, ho, ho no one
Uh, huh, huh undun
Oh, ho, ho what fun
Walking to the sun

Walking To The Sun

My world is balanced on a dime
I have committed no crime
Got lots of time though
I've nowhere to go
You can't decide what to wear
I don't know if I care but I'll let you know
So slow she goes, slow she goes

I know where she goes, she goes
And I have seen her garden grow
I know what you did to me
'Cuz I know about insanity

To lose your tongue would be fine
And while you're at it lose your mind
We've got the time, Cuz
I've nowhere to go
I don't see how you can stand
Up to an unstable man and pull your hand
So slow she goes, slow she goes

I know where she goes, she goes
And I have seen her garden grow
I know what you did to me
'Cuz I know about insanity
I know where she goes, she goes
And I have seen her garden grow
I know what you did to me
'Cuz I know about insanity

My world is balanced on a dime
Got lots of time though
So slow she goes slow she goes
I have committed no crime
Solo she goes
So low she goes, 'lo she goes

I know where she goes, she goes
And I have seen her garden grow
I know what you did to me
'Cuz I know about insanity
I know where she goes, she goes
And I have seen her garden grow
I know what you did to me
'Cuz I know about insanity

Solo She Goes

Videos
I Just Wanna Dance
https://youtu.be/O4Jilo2WX_0
Let The Cowboys Sing
https://youtu.be/SimUwBfiLY4
Let The Cowboys Sing (Short Version)
https://youtu.be/FQjS7qPmOGg
Slaves To Propaganda
https://youtu.be/ogZptzdwYkQ
If Music Was Fashion
https://youtu.be/RPMgsJr6MXM
Swimming Underwater
https://youtu.be/qmHYAM2OI5Q
Walking To The Sun
https://youtu.be/9vL61_D97AA
The Face That Time Forgot
https://youtu.be/v5CoXm1g-Yw
Instrumental Demo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5jR00sfqtA

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