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Let It All Hang Out on a Saturday Night
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Don't Tell Jen
04:38
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I love my little lady, that ain’t no joke
But there’s some things that she don’t need to know
There’s a beast down deep inside of me
It can’t be tamed, needs to be unleashed
It needs sex and liquor to survive
I’ll do it’s bidding, won’t let it die
Tonight I’m gonna paint the town red
Gonna wake up in the gutter feeling like I’m half dead!
I drank so much that now my head is spinning
My baby thinks I’m picking up my dry cleaning!
(Fresh and pressed)
[Chorus]
Don’t tell Jen, where I’ve been
Don’t tell Jen about the mess I’m in
Don’t tell Jen about my sins
She can’t find out that it happened again
Once it starts it’s all systems go
There’s no stopping until I say so
This crazy urge takes control of the night
Strip clubs, blackjack, and bars fights
I live for the moment and I live fast
Sport cars, boat rides, and first class
I know it looks bad, but please don’t tell
We’ll cap the night off at the brothel!
She don’t know when I walk out the door
I’m snorting cocaine and banging whores!
(I need more!)
[Chorus] x2
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus] (whispered)
[Chorus full]
[Choruses] with gang vocals
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Glamdemic
04:21
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You thought you had killed us
You thought we were through
You thought glam metal was yesterday’s news
You said it was over
That It ain’t so cool
That strippers and blow were just for fools
You forced on to the world
your weak ass tunes
Unplugged amps and pretentious views
Well your shit is lame!
It ain’t no fun!
And now your time on earth is done
Cause we’re back from the dead
And ready to fight!
We ride for revenge
To take back the night!
We know you’re afraid!
Go run and hide!
The time has come
For your music to die
[chorus]
Grunge is dead! Glam is back!
We’ll burn your flannel
Metal attack!
Grunge is dead! Glam is back!
We’ll wipe Seattle right off the map!
A new resurrection
Ready to strike
In the underground we’ve been bidding our time
Well the clock has struck midnight
The hour draws near
The chosen warriors are finally here
Soldiers in leather
We gather with might
Together taking rock n roll to new heights
So raise your fist in the air
Put your foot on pedal
For we are New York City Glam Metal
Thunder and lightning!
And hairspray bombs!
We’ve assembled an army
Sound the alarms
We’re pounding beer!
Smoking grass!
Blasting lines!
Getting ass!
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4. |
Hat Trick
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5. |
It's Not Hard to Let Go
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6. |
Drinking Beers
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7. |
Amateur Night
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8. |
Amber Alert
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9. |
Farmer Vincent's Fritters
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10. |
House of the Holy (Food for the Gods)
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FerreTT New York, New York
Beau Brent - Vocals
Scotty Hart - Rhythm and Lead Guitars
Cool Hand Luke - Rhythm and Lead Guitars
Chorizo Del Rio - Bass
Juan Savage - Drums
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