HOVORKA - EMPIRE STATE LYRICS Empire State Well I'm killing myself just tryin' to survive here Dead end life in this hoppin' town Well time has gone so far by here Nothin' you put up is gonna slow me down Well I'm lookin' for a way outta trouble Place I work I'm gettin' busted for pornography They wear suits, use five dollar words Best I've ever heard But they can't see the forest for the sleaze Empire City Empire State Where else can ya find this way of life? I want it all and I want alcohol And I wanna stay out, real late Empire City, Empire State. Empire City, Empire State. So I'm tryin' to eat in some restaurant The girls all look so gaunt And all I want's another piece of steak You overhear them talkin' bout expenses paid romance Or moanin' 'bout their last psychotic break And if you can make it here Then buy me a beer It's an honor to be in the presence of your success Ya gotta hand it to this crowd They pump the volume loud And get worshipped for their god-like trendiness Empire City Empire State Where else can ya find this way of life? I want it all and I want alcohol And I wanna stay out, real late Empire City, Empire State. Empire City, Empire State. Might Get Shot Three men and a gun are on the loose Way out east and they're ready to shoot Well they blowed up your car They don't know where ya are But when they find out you won't get far Well ya went out at night just to get blasted But their guns ain't made of plastic Well ya went out at night just to get wasted But don't get your numbers posted You're lookin' for a laugh a joke But it's all goin' up in smoke Don't say nothin' bout what you got To your so-called buddies in the parkin' lot No no don't say nothin' bout that Or ya might get shot I need a place to take my soul Down to where they lose control Some say they do it for money Wanna stay on a street that's sunny But when the sun is down On the ugly side of town Gotta say things fast and sweet Or a nine millimeter knock ya off your feet Some say it 'cause they like the sound Others just wanna stay above ground Well, don't say nothin' bout what you got To your so-called buddies in the parkin' lot No no don't say nothin' bout that Or ya might get shot Well I was feelin' kind of frisky Went out to get a shot of whiskey Girl ya meet might get ya good stuff And take you for a ride sho' nuff Lookin' so fine in her sweater (But she's) gonna make trouble if you don't lay her Three men and a gun are on the loose way out east and they're ready to shoot Well, don't say nothin' bout what you got To your so-called buddies in the parkin' lot No don't say nothin' bout that, or ya might get shot Let's Make Steel What do you mean? What do you mean by that remark? Where do you come from? Are you from a trailer park? Why do you talk? Why do you talk so mean to me? Hey buddy haven't you heard? This is a free country! But what's the point What's the point of askin' how ya feel? Let's Make Steel! Let's Make Steel! What do you mean? When ya go so motor mouth? I don't care where you go But you'd better not go South Why do ya talk All about death and gloom? Hey buddy haven't you heard About a thing called elbow room? But what's the point What's the point of askin' how ya feel? Let's Make Steel! Let's Make Steel! Tragedy Tragedy, tragedy Is love supposed to be Passionate memory Of people we will never be Do you ever think of me You don't call you don't write It has taken quite awhile To look for love American style Indebted to you I've learned to pay And that's the way Crushed on you No hope for me Until I was set free from Tragedy, tragedy Is love supposed to be Passionate Memory Of people we will never be You break the ice You're on the scene But she's so cold She's so mean Breaks your heart in her own style Cuts you off with a smile But indebted to you I've learned to pay And honey, that's the way Crushed on you No hope for me In what was meant to be a Tragedy tragedy Is love supposed to be Passionate Memory Of people we will never be Power Drunk I'm at the Power Bar I drink my fill People have the Power And it's like TV So I wanna connect Dunno how I need some and I need it now because I'm Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Get set, go for it Power Drunk So ya wanna play some game Put any regular guy to shame 'Til he cuts you down to size Wipes that look from your eyes until he's Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Get set go for it Power Drunk At a fever pitch To the boiling point I swear I'm in control To the end of the earth I'd of followed her But I ain't gonna take no shit from no soul No I ain't gonna take no shit from no soul Because I'm Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Power Drunk, Power Drunk Get set, go for it Power Drunk Party Sheets I pick up newspapers In the street I read Party Sheets But people let me put you wise She says we've got to uh Organize Uptown I get Carried on Woe betide Party is gone Pick myself up and on my feet I do not need Party Sheets I thought this was A happy place People out at night put on Happy face Tumble into bed with a new sweetheart But the sheets are cold and she's so State of the art But she puts my house in order now Imprinted orders tell her how She does what the people say In response to DNA I pick up newspapers In the street I read Party Sheets I read Party Sheets I read Party Sheets Twenty-two Hours She's hard as diamonds In a parking lot Slick as ice In an icy spot Tough as nails Splittin' wood She's so bad Makes me feel good And it's twenty-two hours of drivin' An hour of motel lovin' Five minutes just tryin' to find the door Then fifty-five more in the psycho ward She’s hard-chargin’ Rocket fuel In the hands of any young fool But you’re her choice So have no doubt She’s the one Gonna burn you out And it's twenty-two hours of drivin' An hour of motel lovin' Five minutes just tryin' to find the door Then fifty-five more in the psycho ward Like a train HIghballin' tonight Like a missile On a launching pad Hey I don't need To wait for no bus I've got a quart of decent booze In my ------- decent car And it's twenty-two hours of drivin' An hour of motel lovin' Five minutes just tryin' to find the door Then fifty-five more in the psycho ward I Wish It Would Rain Solid state of decay Way I feel today Lord knows it's hot And reality may rot There's nothin' left but the booze Which caused the birth of the blues And nothin' left to choose Except primeval ooze And I wish it would rain You know I wish it would Cancer causin' waste Is pourin' down from space The beaches are shut down So I'm gonna stay in-town Gonna take some time To look for some things Things that I wished for That ain't around no more And I wish it would rain You know I wish it would They sold his treasure For their moment of pleasure Then his friend had that accident And she was also heaven-sent Gonna take some time to look for some things Down at the desert shore Ain't goin' noplace else And I wish it would rain You know I wish it would One Man Rides Well it might be two or it might be three Time always stands still for me Well I never felt so cut free again She cut him so he'll never mend and One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight He knows more or less what he's gonna find Talkin' bout tonight or in ten year's time There's no foolin' him, can't fool himself And he ain't pullin' the wool over, on anyone else One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight Past a concrete block and patio store Past some biddies on a rotten old porch Past a day-old donut store Past an oil refinery torch One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight One man rides down the road One man rides down the road One man rides down the road tonight He goes from one bar to another bar But it's all the same Down four lane roads Which have no name They criss-cross and cut The city's heart And he needs one more drink Before she tears him apart Thievin' Lyin' You can't tell me One true story You know what's on for fun And ya ain't no sorehead Well I think it's great That ya know what you're after Some high-rollin' times And lots of laughter but Yeah,,it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you into a Thievin' Lyin' Son of Bitch Thievin' Lyin' Son of a Bitch Well I know ya useta work, just a little too hard But that's not what got you, where ya are There was a little bit of cheatin', and a lot of fun Now I wanna meet the one who knows, to see how it's done but Yeah, it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you Yeah, it's makin' you into a Thievin' Lyin' Son of Bitch Thievin' Lyin' son of a Bitch Thievin' thievin' lyin' lyin' Thievin' thievin' lyin' lyin' Thievin' thievin' lyin' lyin' Thievin' lyin' son of a bitch So you met some girl Who’s good at these things She’s no match for you But all the same She gets her way Tells you what she needs And when you give it to her You’re the man of her dreams All lyrics Copyright 1989, John Hovorka, Jr.