Kings Of The Wild Frontier lyrics

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

In days of old, when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
and if they showed us disrespect
we'd tie them up and flail them
often men of low degree
and often men of steel
who'd make you walk the plank alone
or haul you 'round the keel

hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!
it's your money that we want

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
but deep inside Geronimo is tearing me apart
I've seen him in the streets
and I've seen him in the pictures
killer in the home
killer in the home

now's the time I must digress
from going through the motions
take my head out of its sling
free the warrior
I'll fight him in my dreams

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

a new Royal Family
a wild nobility
we are the family

I feel beneath the white
there is a redskin suffering
from centuries of taming

"no method in our madness
just pride about our maner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!"

and even when you're healthy
and your colour schemes delight
down below thos dandy clothes

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

a few dollars more
they'll hang me high
but still me spirit
will survive

there's money over there
but not for long
soon my worries
will be gone

rancheros (Clint)
rancheros (Eastwood)
rancheros (Clint)
rancheros

and there's a bullet with my name on it

times-a-coming
when a new breed say
welcome tomorrow
instead of yesterday

my times-a-coming

Adam Ant

I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out
I want to wine and dine you-oo
I want to twist and twist and shout
I want you hard in my arms
so soft on my bed
you get the keys to my heart
when you wear that sweet dress
(you know, the short one)
you're so physical, physical for me
you're just too physical, physical, for me

I want your roughouse baby
I want this night in your ear

Adam Ant

we are guilty, we are beyond hope
we beg to differ, we are a terminal case
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings
we depress the press, darlings

we're on the outside, but we're not looking in
we are the vaseline gang, don't play your little games
press darlings, press darlings, press darlings
press darlings, press darlings

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

Blackfoot-Pawnee-Cheyenne-Crow
Apache
Arapaho

the human beings

goklayeh-ho

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

long ago in London town
a man called Ant sat deeply sighing
he was wondering
which side of the fence he was on
prick up your ears...

time went by and soon
the one was five young hombres
burning fire
they were in no doubt
which side of the fence they were on
prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...

he who writes in blood
doesn't want to be read

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

well I'm standing here looking at you
what do I see?
I'm looking straight through
it's so sad
when you're young
to be told
you're having fun

so unplug the jukebox
and do us all a favour
that music's lost its taste
so try another flavour -
"antmusic"

well I'm standing here what do I see?
a big nothing
threatening me
it's so sad

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

10:35 and I hope I've made
the right decision
heart is beating I'm alive
but I don't call this living
rationalise till I'm blue in the face
you cannot lose if you throw the race
I'm still searching for the
ants invasion

10:36 and I hope I've made
the right decision
ninety eight point four's the bore
with twenty twenty vision

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

you may not like
the things we do
only idiots
ignore the truth

it's easy to
lay down and hide
where's the warrior
without his pride?

we're gonna move real good - yeah right
we're gonna dress so fine - OK
it's
dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
leapfrog the dog
and brush me daddy-O

it makes me proud
so proud of you

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

music for a future age
don't be square be there
all good clean fun
(whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople
Sexmusic for antpeople
get off your knees
and hear the insect prayer

Dirk wears white sox

the brain will suffer
so ride hard ride clean
how reputations scare
and love goes to war
(whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

too emotional am I?
too emotional am I?
with a spirit soaring
ten miles high
I sing loud words that make me cry

too emotional are we?
too emotional are we?
defying all security
I mean to keep this fire in me

because you're feeding me
to the lions
you're feeding me
to the lions
feeding me
to the lions

too emotional are you?
too emotional are you?

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one
You want a second chance
But you don't get one

And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history