Pandora's Toys lyrics

Well Downtown Charlie
Was to piss off my dad
Well the first time I met you babe
I didn't feel so bad
Well she covered me with roses
Put my hands on my feet
Yeah, everytime I look at her picture
I pull my meat
Well, the gang's all here
And I'm feelin' fine
Ah ah, It was a moan it was a smack
It was a countdown
Oh, it was a downtown

Said, swing low slicker
Future goin' lover

All your love I miss lovin'
All your kiss I miss kissin'
All your love I miss lovin'
All your kiss I miss kissin'

Ever since I left you baby, I never knew what I was missin'
All your love I miss lovin'
All your kiss I miss kissin'
All your love I miss lovin'
All your kiss I miss kissin'
Ever since I left you baby, I never knew what I was missin'

All your lovin' pretty baby

We thankyou kindly
Right now we'd like to do a song
Ain't necessarily our own, but it could very well be
It's a song about self abuse
It's called...Rattlesnake Shake

Well, if you wanna rock
I got to be your rockin' horse
And if you wanna roll
Lord, I could blow you right out the door
Yes I could
We'll shake the world
When it's time to crash
But when I get home tonight

When I needed you
To be my girl
When I needed you
To give me a world

[Chorus]
When I wanted all you had
And what you gave me turned out all bad
I needed all your love

When I wanted you all for my own
When I wanted you
But you just left me alone

[Chorus]
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I needed all your love
[Repeat]

All day readin' all your magazines
Thinkin' that you got it made
You're dressed to kill you're going out tonight
Bringin' on your limousines
Yeah alright, the girl that made you now
Every trick in the book
Lookin' sharp, you're feelin' heat
Like some cat on a hot tin roof

Sharpshooter
Thinkin' that you got it made
Sharpshooter
(Leave her at the light for dead)

Quick as a shot

Here come old flat top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Come together
Right now
Over me

He bag production

Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chick's no sinch
When I wanna get her goin'
Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch

Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my Big Ten Inch
Record of her favorite blues

Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
and whip out your big ten-inch

Yeah, woke up one mornin'
I'm a ram up for walls
Somethin' told my baby
You can have it all
Jump through my window
Look my life in the den
Look out pretty mama
I'm on the road again

[Chorus:]
I'm on the road again
(And you can do what you want)
I'm on the road again
(And you can do what you want)
Look out pretty mama I'm on the road again...uh

Yeah, I came home last night

Major....

Major Barbra sits in the fields
And waits for her crops to grow
She sits in a chair, that she made outa wood
So many many years ago

Major why won't they grow
You giv'em their water and hope
Major why won't they grow

She waits all day
And she hopes through the night
For a new day that might show
A bright yellow sun
That will make the crops come
And let the old days go

Chorus:
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vein, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip

Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city
If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip rip

Got no place to run
Got no place to hide
Sittin' at the railway station
Destination far behind, behind

Lived my life for love
Love that's hard to find
Some are givers, I'm a taker
Love can make you blind
Make you blind

Got no time to lose
Time you just can't find
Give a dozen yesterday's
To make tomorrow mine
Make it mine

Got one life to live
That's just borrowed time

The day rolls in, the night rolls out
Desire rules without a doubt
The heart beats fast, you salivate
And when you come it won't be late
I guess by now you got the score
A little taste you want it more
From San Antonio to Marrakesh
Yeah when the night comes
Every body's gotta have FLESH
You got me all soakin' wet
FLESH - the only thing that's worth the sweat

Chorus:
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance

Love has got me down
The weight is all around
So you lend a hand to peace on earth
Here's my piece, now what's it worth
Yea, but it's all right

When you can't define the crime
Then life ain't worth a dime
When they take away everything you got
And they rub your nose in the funky spot
Not without a fight

If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight well come on
And line up
When the going gets tough
And your talk ain't enough
Line up

We gotta get up, get out before they get us down
Coz livin up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
So don't be surprised when they pull the wool over yo eyes
You don't get funked up

If you gots all the stuff

Well your actin' like a prima donna
Playin' so hard to get
Actin' so cool and nonchalant
Draggin' on a cigarette

You keep a wall all around ya
I'll get through some day
I want your love babe, but push don't shove
Gonna chip that stone away

Chip away
Chip away at the stone
And I won't stop until your love is my very own
Chip away
That's what I'm gonna do
Sweet little mama I wanna get next to you

Ooouu...
Hey, hey you
Place your face on down the ground
Hey, hey you
With the junkies all around
Hey, hey you
What'cha feel inside is sad

Hey, hey you
With your face on the flame
Hey, hey you
This is all a silly game
Hey, hey you
What'cha feelin' down and sad

You know you got that love
Baby, inspiration
(And you got them old generation)
With your feet down
Down on the ground

I got a rip in my pants and a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose and a breath full of Mad Dog Booze

Chorus:
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever

Yeah, they threw me outa jail I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge from the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here cause we're not all there tonight....

The guitar's cranked and the bass man's blown a fuse

You wonder why you got holes in your shoes
You wonder why they got more money than you
You wonder why you got nothin' to lose
It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out
You gotta . . . walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck

Any way you can feel it
You shouldn't try to conceal it baby
You got to make up your mind

Any way I can steal it
Any way you can deal it to me
You know the pleasure's all mine

You gotta love it
You better own it
You gotta love it
And God knows it
You gotta shu uh shove it
I'm gonna make things happen
Goin' round'n, round'n, round'n, round'n,

When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
'Til I get to the bottom
And I see you again...yeah yeah yeah yeah

Do you, don't you
Want me to love you
I'm comin' down fast
But I'm miles above you
A tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you ain't no dancer...yeah

Helter skelter
Helter skelter

Wake up kids
It's half past the youth
Nothing really changing but the date

You a grand slammer
but you're no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate

I heard you swinging from the perly gate
I got all answers low and behold
You got the right key baby
but the wrong key hole, yo

(Tyler)

good evening people, welcome to the show
got something here I want you all to know
when laughin' people bring on primal screams *
you got to think of what it's gonna take to make your dreams
make it
don't break it
I said make it
don't break it
do then ya feel like the world's coming down on you
you know that history repeats itself
but you just learned so by somebody else *

(Tyler)

hey look on yonder, what's that I see
well that old bogus honey coming after me
I thought you told her I was out of town
I wonder how she knowed I was hangin' around
say, listen babe, don't go wastin' your time
you keep on comin' round you'll hear the same old line
you got a thousand boys, you say you need 'em
you take what's good for you and I'll take my freedom

Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers
Till I talked to your daddy he say
He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin
Then you're sure to be a changin' your ways
I met a cheerleader was a real young bleeder
Oh the times I could reminisce
'Cause the best things of lovin' with her sister and her cousin
Only started with a little kiss
Like this

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Dum, dum Dum Honey what have you done?
Dum, Dum, dum It's the sound of my gun
Dum dum dum honey what have you done
Dum dum dum it's the sound it's the sound
Nah, nah, nah, Nah, nah, nah,
Nah, nah, nah.....

Janie's got a gun, Janies got a gun
Her whole world's come undone, from looking straight at the sun
What did her daddy do? What did he put you through?
They said when Janie was arrested,

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Well, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books' written pages

(Steven Tyler, Richie Supa)

I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through
The pain
When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah,I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishin that I

It ain't easy livin' like a gypsy
Tell ya honey how I feel
I've been dreaming floatin' down stream
And losin' touch with all that is real

Whole earth lover keepin' under cover
Never knowin' where ya been
You've been fadin' always out paradin'
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin

Well you've always got your tail on the wag
Shootin' fire from your mouth just like a dragon

Sweet emotion
Sweet emotion

Talk about things that nobody cares
Wearing other things that nobody wears
Ya callin' my name but I gotta make clear
I can't say baby where I'll be in a year

Some sweat hog mama with a face like a gent
Said my get up and go musta got up and went
Well I got good news she's a real good liar
'Cause backstage lover set your pants on fire

Sweet emotion

(Tyler)

write me a letter
write me a letter
write it today
I'm goin' away
well I've been away forever
suicide's crossin' my mind
but I'll never get so far behind
I said, the ways of the night are evil *
without that lord of day *
but I'll never get so far away
I said write me
write me
write me
well there's nothin' I can see that'd ever make me want to be
without her

I'm back 
I'm back in the saddle again 
I'm back 
I'm back in the saddle again 

Ridin' into town alone 
By the light of the moon 
I'm looking for ole' Sukie Jones 
She crazy horse saloon 
Barkeep gimme a drink 
That's when she caught my eye 
She turned to give me a wink 
That'd make a grown man cry 

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back 

Blood stains the ivories on my daddy's baby grand
Ain't seen the daylight since we started this band
No more no more
No more no more

Store bought clothes fallin' 'part at the seams
Tealeaf readin' gypsies fortune tellin' my dreams
No more no more
No more no more

Holiday Inn lock the door with a chain
You love 'em and you hate it but to me they're all the same
No more no more

You see me crying, don't let it getcha down.
You see me crying, I'm back to the lost and found.
Honey whatcha done to your head?
Honey was it the words I said?
Honey whatcha done to your head?
Honey was it the words I said?
You see me crying, say your a ladies man.
You see me crying, I'm so hard to understand.
Honey whatcha done to your head?
Honey was the words that I said?

Lord I must be dreamin'
What else could this be
Everybody's screamin'
Running' for the sea

Holy lands are sinkin'
Birds take to the sky
The prophets are all stinking drunk
I know the reason why

Eyes are full of desire
Mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
Shit piled up to the knees
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season

goin' under - rats are in the cellar
goin' under - skin is turnin' yella
nose is runny - losin' my connection
losin' money - gettin' no affection
New York City blues
east side, west side blues
throw me in the slam
catch me if you can
believe
that you're wearin', tearin' me apart

safe complainin' - 'cause everything's rotten
goin insanin' - and everthing's forgotten

Get yourself cooler lay yourself low
Coincidental murder with nothing to show
The judge's constipation will go to his head
His wife's aggravation you're soon enough dead

It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend

Gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun
No smoothy face lawyer to getcha undone

Oh...
Take a walk in the warm New England sun
Ain't no time to look for clues
You get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun
Who be the hand that light the fuse

A take a look, take a look at my old billy goat
He used to raise all kinds of hell
He took a dose of radiation dope
A back in the barn is where he felt, like hell

Aar...Lucy, chromosome
Lucy, superdome

Well I tried everything
Just to get along with you
And I'm gonna tell you just
What I'm gonna do

Well I'm sick of all your cryin
When you should be leavin me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack my bag, I'm gone

Won'tcha please
A don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your ol' man ain't around

Won'tcha please

Well on a train I met a dame
She rather handsome we kinda looked the same
She was pretty from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so

I said train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
Train kept a rollin' all night long
With a heave and a ho

nineteen seventy one
we all heard the starters gun
New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won
we all shot the shit at the bar
with Johnny O'Toole and his scar
and then old Clive Davis said he's
surely gonna make us a star
I'm gonna make you a star
just the way you are
but with all his style
I could see in his eyes
that we is goin' on trial
it was no surprize

(Tyler, Kramer)

when I'm in heat and someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet, I hoof it to the ocean
we hit a beach where no one give a hoot
nobody never ever wears a suit
the ladies there, they look so proud
that's cause they know that their well endowed
I ain't much on Fannie's conversation
or care to much about her operation
but every time Pandora come my way

if you believe in me
like I believe in you
you wouldn't be tellin' me things
that weren't exactly true
now everythin' changes
ain't nothin' the same
I'm gettin' the strangest feelin' baby
I can't remember my name
cause the life I been livin'
and the love I been givin'
would be sure to set you spinnin'
but you ain't never touchin' ground
and I'm round and round

Blues hearted lady sleepy was she
Love for the devil brought her to me
Sea's of a thousand drawn to her sin
Seasons of Wither holdin' me in

Ooh woe is me I feel so badly for you
Ooh woe is me I feel so sadly for you
In time bound to lose your mind
Live on borrowed time
Take the wind right out of your sail

Fireflies dance in the heat of
Hound dogs that bay at the moon

In the attic
Lights
Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things that you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys
In the attic

Toys toys toys

we all live on the edge of town
where we all live ain't a soul around
people start a-comin', all we do is just a-grin
said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in
tell me who ya know, and I'll tell ya who too
go see my friend and he'll set you free
tell me what you need and maybe I can go too

I met a babe in a backseat drive-in
Back in the saddle she'd sit
Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin'
She loved to chomp at the bit

Daddy do it, ooh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin' me crazy

She always walks with her eyes
Down on her bootlace
She lives to give it away

Checkmate honey beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey I'm livin' on a astral plane
Feets on the ground and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh heads I win tails you lose to the never mind
Where to draw the line

A Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner and rarely ever left the store
She sing and dance all night and wrong all the right outta me

Long ago in days untold
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fair with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed

Kings And Queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchments laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive

Oh I know I
Lived this life before
Somehow I know now
Truths I must be sure

Tossin' turnin', nightmares burnin'

Johnny come lately on a Saturday night
singin' how-de-do(?)
backstreet boogie in the house of delight
where they steal the show
the money come sour but the ladies are sweet
and it's a love affair
whole place rockin', people stompin' their feet
when the gang's all there
he gets his lovin' every night for free
he's out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe
I sing na na na na na