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Tattooed Millionaire

(1990)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresHeavy Metal
LabelsEMI Records
Album rating :  80 / 100
Votes :  4
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Tattooed Millionaire Lyrics

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1. Son of a Gun (5:56)
Holy was the preacher
Riding high on his rig of steel in the rising sun
This was no grim reaper - but a man with a
Smile who took pride in a job well done
Ooh in a blood red sunrise
He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die

A God given holy roller
In a God forsaken land
He didn't choose this killing ground
He didn't want this scrap of land
He's gonna scorch the earth
And make the rivers run dry
Until we learn to hate like him
To kill for killing – live to die

Ride on you son of a gun, Ride on,
ride into the setting sun

You gotta be a hero
For one last time
To prove through your destruction
Killing is a great way of life
There's a wooden cross somewhere
Where they'll bury you down deep
You lie to your people – you lie to yourself
You're in love with death – you've got no shame

The preacher laughed – the preacher cried
He loaded bullets as he smiled
The congregation sat and wondered would they live or
would they die?
Just an ordinary man – with his orders and his plans
In the shadows of a cross
Ooh in a blood red sunrise
Take me to Jesus – with Judas my guide

Chorus

Ride on you bleeding heart
Ride on you played no part
Ride on you feel no pity
Ride on you feel no pain
Ride into history
2. Tattooed Millionaire (4:28)
Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess you're in
Front page news you can share your views
With a population that wants to be like you
Out on the strip – out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles

You and all your entourage – to me you're all the same
to me
You and all your entourage – playing foolish games

I don't want you big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

He's got a wife – she ain't no brain child
Ex mud Queen of Miami
In his stretch Cadillac he keeps her in the back
L.A. dude, L.A. attitude
Laid back selfish and getting fat
Body guards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other – running for cover
3. Born in '58 (3:40)
Born in a mining town in 58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom – stood their ground and died
That I could be alive
And see the damage that we've managed since
In this sceptered Isle
Is nothing sacred – but the one square mile

Justice and liberty
You can buy – but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past

On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – we hardly spoke

My Grandfather tought me how to fight
Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right
But all around I see his morals
Buried in a mess of money troubles
Born in a mining town in 58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom – stood their ground and died

Justice and liberty
You can buy – but you don't get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past

On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – we hardly spoke

On and on – we slept till dawn
When we awoke – it was... all the same
4. Hell on Wheels (3:39)
Devil's driving down the track
Hell on wheels they won't turn back
Engine racing down a one way street
Speeds chasing that red line heat
Into the blackness into the night
Out of the tunnel into the light
Red for danger that's just for show
Climb aboard come as you go

Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold
Hard to steer when the devil's driving
Hell on wheels and the brakes won't hold

Too smart to come she just arrived
Only gave her one but she's using five...
Minutes of time in the usual place
If I was strapped in you could sit on my place
The doors were locked in windows sealed
Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal
Bluelight flashing as the lipstick smudge
Dived for cover in a tunnel of glove

Something's driving me – I don't know where
Something down in my cellar somewhere
NO one waiting for me down the line
No one waiting for me this time – check it out

Knuckle down stick shift take it slow
Easy come means easy go
Lay off the gas make it last
Cos under my hood she's blowing fast
Into the blackness into the light
Out of the tunnel into the light
Red for danger that's just for show
Climb aboard come as you go
5. Gypsy Road (4:03)
Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows where this is no sun there in no breeze
Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege
Talk about freedom, I'll take you where I think it is

Gypsy Road is the highway that I run to
Gypsy Road, welcome to your dreams

Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed
Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need
Think about freedom, dream a little every day
Suddenly you'll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way

I'll find my dreams
You'll find your's too
6. Dive! Dive! Dive! (4:42)
Put an opening shot across your bows
Got tunnel vision pull the sheets in now
Let 'em flap ooh let 'em rip
This man o' war gonna sink your ship
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There's no release when you're deep down inside

Dive Dive Dive
Dive Dive Dive
Dive Dive Dive
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

Dave Jones gonna keep your bones
No monkee business now you're on your own
Turn your stern and cover me
We're rolling swell for a seaman dog like me

Seaman Staines is down below
Torpedoes loaded ready to go
Wait for discharge waiting to release
As she rounded the horn we came up from below
7. All the Young Dudes (Mott The Hoople cover) (3:50)
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from
his face
Funky little boatrace

television man is crazy saying we're juvenile
delinquent wrecks
Oh man – I need T.V.? When I got T. Rex
Hey brother you guessed I'm a dude now

Billy's looking sweet cos he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule – it's a real mean team
But we can love, oh yes, we can love
And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones,
He never got off on the revolution stuff,
What a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Gonna raise some cat to bed
Oh man – is that concrete all around or is it in my head
Brother I'm a dude now...

All the young dudes – carry the news
Boogaloo dudes – carry the news
8. Lickin' the Gun (3:17)
Lickin' the gun lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun

Senator husband goin' for broke
I've gotta prove I'm not a joke
We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different it's a crime
Kids today don't understand
Kids today need a guiding hand
I get a sticker if it rhymes with buck
When the law suits fly I guess I'll duck

Watch religion come and go
Watch corruption on their shows
Buy your silence money for blood
Out of the ark and into the flood
Crazy men with Russian guns
My words never killed anyone
Kissing babies lickin' the gun
Ain't political nah – just having fun

Eat it up law down and die
They'll shoot you up and they don't know why
They're doing a job and they enjoy it too
They're protecting us from me and you
We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different it's a crime
I don't care to wait and see
If I'm cool enough to make history
9. Zulu Lulu (3:28)
She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye
She said – I'd like to meet you
I was so surprised
She said – "What can I do for you?"
"What can you do for me?" Well – we made for the exit
– had to wait and see
"I hope I'm not wasting your precious time"
I know you're not wasting mine
We came together over coffee with milk
She never stopped till every drop was spilt

She was a Zulu Lulu
She broke my back and my heart at the same time
She was a Zulu Lulu
Had to move on and when I came back she'd gone

She dropped to her knees – I guess she had religion
She lived with her mother – had been a good girl twice
When I asked her to comment on her present position
She said "I like to take a lay preacher's advice"
I ain't looking for sumpathy
But prayers for the wicked are always nice
She said "I don't like to preach to the converted"
I said "you can be a good girl more than twice"

Chorus

I ain't looking for sympathy
But prayers for the wicked are always nice
She looked me up and down and said
"Assegai for me"
I began to see God she said "wait and see babe"
10. No Lies (6:18)
No lies
No angels
No Heaven

On a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards
meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang around here babe – you're leaving soon
On the run from a country from the law
Here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watching the windows – part of the sideshow

Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat winners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in
Take a look roudn here its no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure of a 5 minute feel
Riding sidesaddle on a rental machine
Hang on loosley – part of the scene
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