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Poundcake                                                   Now who're you gonna call,
---------                                                   If you need that special something.
She's gotta have some,                                      You can say what you like,
Or it won't feel right.                                     It's all confidential.
We'll just play it clean and simple,                         Chorus.
Wrapped up nice and tight.                                  All you bad, bad boys,
Chorus:                                                     "We're the bad boys."
 Home grown and down home,                                  All you bad, bad boys,
 That makes one.                                            "Oh, 1-900-SPANK."
 Cooking up an old-time long lost recipe for me.
It's getting hard to find,                                  Runaround
This one ain't hip enough now.                              ---------
You've taken every guy,                                     She don't like it when it it's cut and dry,
Who came to dinner fine.                                    Don't like me making future plans.
And there's a self supply,                                  Don't want me trying to pin her down.
All that fine, fine stuff.                                  She ain't about to give an inch of ground.
 Let me go, (3)                                             She can take me for a little ride,
 I want some of that.                                       Just as long as she drives me home.
Shake it up,                                                Round the block maybe once or twice,
Bake it up nice.                                            I need some lovin' wouldn't that be nice.
 Let me go, (3)                                              Chorus:
 I surround [?] my baby's poundcake.                         I want but I want it,
Chorus.                                                      Only a fool believes.
 Let me go.                                                  I got her in my sight,
 I want some of that. (2)                                    but just out of reach.
 Give me some of that.                                       Here we go around, around ...
That's some really fine poundcake.                           Giving me the runaround ...
Oh, baby, I love that.                                      Just enough to keep me hanging on,
Try a little bit of everything.                             She knows exactly what I need.
But it's all sex without love,                              And right down to the nick of time,
I've found the real thing is poundcake.                     I'm chasing on down a fine, fine line.
 Chorus.                                                     Chorus.
She's down home and down home,                              It goes like this, listen baby.
That's my woman.                                            Oooh, man it's hard enough, and you make it harder.
Give me some of that pou...                                 Fill me enough to satisfy.
Let me hold you.                                            You owe me, whe owns a top [?].
                                                            Here we go ...
Judgement Day
-------------                                               Pleasure Dome
It's my life,                                               -------------
Get off my ass,                                             When I know this is planned,
Get out of my face.                                          it all just kind of happened.
Man, I don't see no problem.                                I got more than I wanted,
Kicking back ain't kickin you,                               but how is still a mystery.
No, no, anyway, if I make 'em,                              Obsessed with this feeling,
I've got to solve 'em.                                       I trusted it, so I followed it.
 Making plans is a waste,                                   I was tripping and stumbling across a land,
 Ain't no future here.                                       full of miracles.
 Got no faith,                                              Into a world so far from home,
 Got no religion,                                            miles and miles from nowhere.
Chorus:                                                     Rooms wihout doors open for me,
 Tell me why should I care, or even                           taking me miles and miles from nowhere.
 Why should I try.                                           Chorus:
 I just slide, slide on by,                                  Miles and miles
 Never bad enough to crucify me.                             Lost in this pleasure dome
Put it off until Judgement Day.                              Lost in my own pleasure dome
I'll bear that cross on Judgement Day.                      Oh man, I ain't got a clue how to get out,
I've done almost anything,                                   or how to find this place,
Keep from doing anything, 'cos                              I want my control back,
Sometimes I just want to do nothing.                         but I'm afraid I'll lose that feling.
Nothing lost so tell me,                                    Lost in a world so far from home,
How can I lose,                                              I'm miles and miles from nowhere.
When I'm starting out with nothing.                         Falling inside my own pleasure dome,
 Chorus.                                                     I'm miles and miles from nowhere.
Put it off until Judgement Day
I'll bear that same old cross on Judgement Day              In and Out
                                                            ----------
Spanked                                                     Yeah, I've been in debt from conception,
-------                                                     Gonna pay for the rest of your life,
Both feet up, watching TV,                                  As long as I remember there's a look me in the eye.
Some place to feast my eyes.                                You can have it all but you gotta pay for it later.
I've always tripped on commercials,                         Work me out, make me clean.
This one blew my mind.                                      Now you're worthy of the name.
Tell me who you're gonna call,                               Chorus:
If you need that affection.                                  They got you going in.
You've got to have it, have it quick,                        They got you coming out.
Just ain't no love line in her direction.                    Same amount, in and out.
 Chorus:                                                    Ain't no way round the system.
 All you bad, bad boys,                                     Money makes this world go round.
 Call her up on the Spank Line.                             All the way they got you down.
Three dollars, first minute.                                Singing ain't enough,
After that it costs you four.                               For all though you self how to win now.
She'll be open for negotiations,                            Might cost you less to stick around,
If you call back for more.                                  One more payment to lay it down, underground.

It all depends how you see it;                              Right Now
It's a burden, or an opportunity.                           ---------
One thing's for certain: you get nothing free.              Don't want to wait 'til tomorrow,
Never met a man doesn't owe somebody something,             Why put it off another day.
No way to get free and clear,                               One by one little problems,
Only demand, year after year.                               Build up and stand in our way.
 Chorus                                                     One step ahead, one step behind,
                                                            Now you gotta run to get even.
Man On A Mission                                            Make future present,
----------------                                            Live no yesterday.
Got a one-track mind,                                       Come on, turn, turn this thing around.
My blind is up,                                              Chorus:
Now all I got to do is get up, go out, and get her.          Right now
Got the first step down,                                     It's show tomorrow
I know what I want,                                          Right now
All seven sitches try to do an eleven.                       Come on, it's everything
But baby let me fill you up inside (up inside).              Right now
Spread your wings, open wide.                                Catch your magic moment
So hot, so hot, so hot!                                      Do it right here and now
 Chorus:                                                     It means everything
 I'm a man on a mission,                                    You miss a beat; you'll lose the rhythm,
 Straight ahead,                                            And nothing falls into place.
 Less talk, more action,                                    Only missed by a fraction,
 With no restrictions.                                      Slipped a little off your pace.
 I'm on a mission [condition?]                              I don't think you'll forget, I know you won't.
 A thoroughbred,                                            Just taking one more cover,
 Go for the action,                                         Why get so hard to make it easy.
 With no restrictions.                                      Got to turn, turn this thing around.
You give every inch,                                         Chorus
Flesh, blood and bone,                                      Set a light for me [?]
And it's all wrapped up in a tight little bundle.           Right now.
I got an open mind,                                         What are you waiting for,
Do anything,                                                Right now.
Or anywhere the ball might roll or tumble.
Right down to the bottom or the top,                        316
Gonna do it all in one big pass.                            ---
She got, she got me hot.                                    Instrumental
 Chorus                                                     The title is the date of birth of Eddie's son (16 Mar) ?
Only thing that's on my mind,
She's got my attention,                                     Top Of The World
What you take's the real kind.                              ----------------
                                                            Hey baby,
The Dream Is Over                                           I know you beleive in me, that's all I ever need.
-----------------                                           Nothing's going to stop me, nothing will escape me.
[Pssst.  Hey!  Come on man.  Wake up!]                      Hey baby,
I see the power changings,                                 It's the only way out.
Rising from the streets.                                    Oh little darling,
A self-made buisness man,                                   What's it all about.
Knows how the system can be beat.                            Chorus:
We're the lost generation,                                   Standing on top of the world (for a little while)
Have no place to go.                                         Standing on top of the world (gotta give it all you got)
The road to destruction,                                    I know it won't touch, I've got to have a little taste
Is all we need to know.                                     I just want to sink my teeth in that fine piece of real-estate
 Chorus:                                                    Hey baby,
 'Cos it's a rip-off,                                       Make it nice and sweet.
 We're stepped down a tier [?]                              Oh little darling,
 That stone cold lie to,                                    Let's take a walk down easy street.
 We're not graffiti.                                         Chorus
Easy money, too way out, join the family.                   Got to feel it,
No middle man, no IRS no take it out on property.           What to touch it now.
We're the lost generation,                                  See the whole, wide world turn upside down.
Hold faith on a string.
Looking for direction,
Reaching out for anything.
 Dream another dream, this dream is over.
Chorus
 Dream another dream, this dream is over.