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The Stone Roses

Bye Bye Badman – The Stone Roses

Soak me to my skin
Will you drown me in your sweet submission
Ends and I begin
Choke me, smoke the air
In this citrus-sucking sunshine, I don’t care
You’re not all there

Every backbone and heart you break
We’ll still come back for more
Submission ends it all

Here he come, got no question, got no love
I’m throwing stones at you, man
I want you black and blue and
I’m gonna make you bleed
Gonna bring you down to your knees
Bye bye badman, ooh bye bye

Choke me, smoke the air
In this citrus-sucking sunshine I don’t
Care you’re not all there

You’ve been bought and paid, you’re a whore, a slave
Your dock’s not a holy shrine
Come taste the end, you’re mine

Here he come, got no question got no love
I’m throwing stones at you, man
I want you black and blue and
I’m gonna make you bleed
Gonna bring you down to your knees
Bye bye badman ooh bye bye

I’ve got bad intentions, I intend to knock you down
These stones I throw, Oh these French kisses
Are the only way I’ve found…

I’ve got bad intentions, I intend to knock you down
These stones I throw, Oh these French kisses
Are the only way I’ve found…

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Tell Me – The Stone Roses

You can’t tell me
You can’t tell me
You can’t tell me anything
I love only me
I love only me
I’ve got the answer to everything
There’s only me
to suggest what I do
I am the garage flower
I don’t need to stare
‘Cos I know everywhere
Well there’s a place for me anywhere

Tell me tell me
You tell me anything
You can’t tell
You won’t tell
Me anything
Anything

I love only me
I love only me
I’ve got the answers to everything
I don’t need to stare
‘Cos I know everywhere
Well there’s a place for me anywhere

Tell me tell me
You tell me anything
Tell me tell me
You can’t tell us anything
You can’t tell
You won’t tell
Me anything
Anything
You can’t

I am the garage flower
I am the garage flower

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Breaking Into Heaven – The Stone Roses

I’ve been casing your joint for the best years of my life
Like the look of your stuff outta sight
When I’m hungry and when I’m cold
When I’m having it rough or just getting old
Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
They’ll die here join the queue

Better man the barricades
I’m coming in tonight
Had a line of my dust outta sight
When I wander and when I roam
I’ll find a soul I can trust I’m coming home

Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
They’ll die and join the queue
Sing it
I-I’m gonna break right into heaven
I can’t wait anymore

Heaven’s gates won’t hold me
I’ll saw those suckers down
Laughing loud at your locks when they hit the ground
Every icon in every town
Hear this, your number’s up, I’m coming round

Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
They’ll die and join the queue
Sing it
I-I’m, I’m gonna break right into heaven
I can’t wait anymore

How many times will I have to tell you
You don’t have to wait to die
You can have it all
Any time you want it
Yeah the kingdom’s all inside

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Driving South – The Stone Roses

Driving south round midnight, man I must have been insane
Driving south round midnight in a howling hurricane
I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad
He said, ‘I’m going nowhere
And I’m only here to see if I can steal your soul’
‘I’m not tryin’ to make you, I don’t want to touch your skin,
I know all there is to know about you and all your sins
Well, you ain’t too young or pretty and you sure as hell can’t sing
Any time you want to sell your soul
I’ve got a toll-free number you can ring’

Yeah, that’s what I thought he said anyway

‘I’m not tryin’ to make you, I don’t want to touch your skin,
I know all there is to know about you and all your sins.
Well, you ain’t too young or pretty and you sure as hell can’t sing,
any time you want to sell your soul
I’ve got a toll-free number you can ring’

‘Oh-eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah
Oh-eight-oh-oh-triple-six-oh, yeah’

I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad,
he said, ‘I’m going nowhere
And I’m only here to see if I can steal your soul’

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