1. Rebel Yell
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell- more, more, more
More, more, more.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell- more, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
More, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more.
5. Flesh For Fantasy
There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
7. Crank Call
If you're waiting for a call
It is double trouble the pressure of it all
This line is due for communication
Not if you've lost all reason
Crank call
Ain't no fun at all
They want love they want a pantomime
To cut you in two that's a sexual crime
They dig the dirt they deal in
They dig the dirt they feed on
Crank call
Ain't no fun at all
Oh yeah, all right
We don't waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
I'm mad I'm all right
That tonight
We drop in you in heaven or hell
Ape has taken control
They're breakin' the kids
They're beating the bids
And that is all they feed on
Crank call
Ain't no fun at all
Oh yeah, all right
We don't waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
I'm mad I'm all right
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
I'm mad I'm all right
That tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
I'm mad I'm all right
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
I'm mad I'm all right
That tonight