Aerosmith Fan Club

1. Draw the Line

2. I Wanna Know Why

3. Critical Mass

4. Get It Up

5. Bright Light Fright

6. Kings and Queens

7. Hand That Feeds

8. Sight For Sore Eyes

9. Milk Cow Blues
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Draw The Line

Checkmate honey

Beat you at your own damn game

No dice honey

I’m livin’ on the astral plane

Feet’s on the ground

Your head’s going down the drain

Heads I win, tails you lose

To the never mind

That’s where I Draw The Line

An indian summer

Carrie was all over the floor

She was a wet net winner

And rarely ever left the store

She’d sing and dance all night

And wrong all the right out of me

Pass me the vile and cross your fingers

It don’t take time

Know where to Draw The Line

You told Carrie

And promised her you wouldn’t be long

Heads I win, tails you lose

Lord it’s such a crime

No dice honey

You’re salt, you’re the queen of the brine

Checkmate honey

You’re the only one who’s got to choose

Where to Draw The Line

Checkmate, don’t be late

Take another pull

That’s right

Impossible

When you got to be yourself

You’re the boss, the toss

The price, the dice

Grab yourself a slice

Know where to Draw The Line

(Repeat)
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2.  I Wanna Know Why

Kickin’ down the road

Feelin’ mighty slowed

With the likes of you

Gettin’ mighty spaced

Never had a taste

Of what you’re goin’ through

I can’t bitch

Went from rags to riches

Then to ragtime screamin’ the blues

(Chorus)

I Wanna Know Why

Everybody’s good intention

Try to make a fool outta me

I Wanna Know Why

Everybody’s good intention

Gotta make a fool

Gotta make a fool

Try to make a fool outta me

Swing low

Sweet cherry-o

When a strange love showed me the way

You see more

Can’t keep a score

When the whore’s comin’ on for the play

(Chorus)

E. Poe

Eatin’ crow

Wonder if he knowed that

Raven was mad

Time passed

And words lost the last

Of the thing he ever had

(Chorus)

Oh, play rough

Can’t get enough

So the try to make a fool out of me

Lordy

Ain’t foolin’ me

Ya ain’t ghoulin’ me

Ain’t foolin’ me

You ain’t foolin’ me
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3.  Critical Mass

Arriving in boats

Black hooded coats

Tormentors climbed into my room

I crawled under my bed

Covered my head

But they’re flushin’ me out with a broom

The leades, she’s small

Pinned my ass to the wall

For my seeds or she’d be losin’ her past

Time after time

She’d be readin’ my mind

Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it

This is Critcal Mass

So far, so good

I heard the other say

So good, so far

They’re takin’ me away

I drink to you, your mind, her ass

We’ll take a drink and break the glass

Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it

This is Critical Mass

Now the tallest of two

With a brush full of blue

Paints surrealist scenes on the wall

So I tell her for fun

That it’s really well done

But she just ain’t listenin’ at all

She points to my heart

Tellin’ me if I’m smart

I’ll practise and phase

Out and admit, when the doesn’t fit

And I went screamin’ out down the hall

Need it

Need your love

Just then I heard a poundin’ on the wall

We’re all there, sang the voice of twenty more

I drink to your alas

We’ll take a drink and break the glass

Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it

We are the Critical Mass

Time and space is takin’ me away

Time erase, don’t know the time of day
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4.  Get It Up

Take me on your rockin’ horse

Hit the lights and shut your doors

Grab your ankles, everyone

Ain’t my way of havin’ fun

(Chorus)

Can’t give it up

Gotta give it up, give it up

C’mon Nancy

Can’t give it up

Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up

For your fancy

Can’t Get It Up,

Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up

C’mon Nancy

Can’t Get It Up

Gotta Get It Up, Get It Up

Really have a good time

Really have a good time

Suckin’ up the moonshine

Up underneath her clothesline

Really have a good time

Love me ’til the sun

(Chorus)

Get It Up and down and all around

Take a ride and paint the town

Slow me down and make it fast

Scream almost and make it last

You know you gotta

Really have a good time

You know you’re really gonna

Really have a good time

Suckin’ up the moonshine

Up underneath her clothesline

You know you really gonna

Really have a good time

You know you really wanna love me

‘Til the sun can’t Get It Up
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5.  Bright Light Fright

It’s the dawn of the day

And I’m crashed and I’m smashed

And it is I’m feelin’

Like my chips are cashed

All of my clothes

Strewn all over the room

The crisis at hand is

I’m all out of zoom

(Chorus)

I got the sunlight blues

I can’t find my shoes

The only thing on TV

Is the Good Morning News

The tricks of the night

Keepin’ me in a daze

Open a bottle

And I’ll pull down the shades

Glance in the mirror

Back into bed

Forget that it’s day

Time to party again

(Chrous)

Bright Light Fright

Bright Light Fright

Bright Light Fright

Give me the night

(Repeat)

(Repeat Chorus)
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6.  Kings And Queens

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’

Dreams of swords in hand

Sailing ships, the Viking spits

The blood of father’s land

Only to deceive

Living times of knights and mares

Raising swords for maidens fair

Sneer at death, fear only loss of pride

Living other centuries

Deja vú or what you please

Follows true to all who do or die

Screams of no reply

They died

Screams of no reply

And died

Lordy, Lordy, they died
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7.   Hand That Feeds

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Please, doctor, doctor, please

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Feel like an old disease

Get your sweet ass off the floor

Doctor, doctor, doctor

I can’t refuse any loose hearted lady anymore

I scream your name into the crowd

You feel the flame, but yo ain’t proud

Maybe your attitude ain’t right

So all that’s left for me to do is bite

The Hand That Feeds me

Feeds me

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Doctor, doctor, please

All things you put me through

What the hell you want me to

Do all the things that uncle John needs

I ain’t the dog that bites the Hand That Feeds me

In the middle of, with a spittle of

Et tu like birds of a feather

When another day, love another way

Push, shove, make love, play

Never never, never ever

Never ever, never ever

Na, na…

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Please do a-what you can

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Would you please give my life a hand

All the things you put me trough

What the hell you want me to

Do all the things that uncle John needs

I ain’t the dog that bites The Hand That Feeds me, yeah

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Doctor, doctor, please

(Repeat)
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8.  Sight For Sore Eyes

Goin’ downtown, goin’ down, goin’ down

‘Neath the city, eatin’ ground round

Underground is pretty gritty

I turned the screw she held the light

That’s when I knew she was a

Sight For Sore Eyes

She was a Sight For Sore Eyes

Playin’ no fair, sleepin’ under stairs

Downtown’s a pity, takin’ fair square

Under where it’s pretty gritty

I turned the screw, she held the knife

Oh, holy Jesus, she’s a Sight For Sore Eyes

Sight For Sore Eyes

She’s a nitty gritty

Turnin’ in style, walk a mile for your titty

Naked foul while under there

Under where it’s pretty gritty

Hey, don’t you know people

She’s a love lust hussy

She left, oh she rust me

Dear old girl

She was a Sight For Sore Eyes

But she was sittin’ pretty

A Sight For Sore Eyes

She was a nitty gritty

Sight For Sore Eyes

Peeled back and parted

Even at the start it was delight or demise

I feel like a leopard king

Sight For Sore Eyes

She was a Sight For Sore Eyes
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9.  Milk Cow Blues

Well I’ve tried everything

Just to get along with you

And now 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 believe in me

You pack me bags, I’m gone

Won’t you please

Don’t that sun look good goin’ down

You almost lost your love girl

When your old man ain’t around

(Chorus)

Won’t you please

Don’t that sun look good goin’ down

And you best believe I love you baby

When your old man ain’t around

(Repeat Chorus)

Round and round…

Aerosmith – Get Your Wings

1. Same Old Song and Dance

2. Lord of the Thighs

3. Spaced

4. Woman of the World

5. S.O.S. (Too Bad)

6. Train Kept A Rollin’

7. Seasons of Wither

8. Pandora’s Box

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Same Old Song And Dance

Get yourself a cooler

Lay yourself low

Coincidental murder

With nothing to show

With the judge’s constipation

Will go to his head

And his wife’s aggravation

You’ll soon end up 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 smooth face laywer

Could get ya undone

Say love ain’t the same

On the south side of town

You could look

But you ain’t gonna find it around

It’s the same old story

Same Old Song And Dance, my friend

It’s the same old story

Same old story

Same Old Song And Dance

Fate comes a-knockin’

Doors start lockin’

Your old time connection

Change your direction

You ain’t gonna change it

Can’t rearrange it

Can’t stand the pain

When it’s all the same to you, my friend

When you’re low down and dirty

From walkin’ the street

With your old hurdy gurdy

No one to meet

Said love ain’t the same

On the south side of town

You could look

But you ain’t gonna find it around

It’s the same old story

Same Old Song And Dance, my friend

It’s the same old story

Same old story

Same Old Song And Dance
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2.  Lord Of The Thighs

Down to who knows who just to socialize

I’m waitin’ for my girls, when you caught my eyes

You got your ways to make a man

Honey, you got to understand

I’m your man, child, Lord Of The Thighs

Well, well, Lordie my God

What do we got here

She’s flashin’ ‘cross the floor

Make it perfectly clear

You’re the bait and you’re the hook

Someone bound to take a look

I’m your man, child, Lord Of The Thighs

You must have come here to find me

You’ve got the look in your eyes

Although you really don’t mind it

I am the Lord Of The Thighs

You must have come here to find me

You’ve got the look in your eyes

Although you really don’t mind it

I am the Lord Of The Thighs
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3.  Spaced

Spaced in time, child of mine

Doin’ twenty years on the way

Fire and steel, earth unreal

Find another planet to stay

Papa died, ma survived

Tellin’ me about her ordeal

And the soul she could not feel

‘Cause they made her so unreal

Lightnin’ years disappears

Twenty million years on my brain

Synthesize, overrides

Tryin’ to keep from goin’ insane

And my soul I can not feel

‘Cause they made me so unreal

Spaced enough to know I feel there’s nothing out there

Spaced enough to know I feel I really don’t care

Spaced enough to feel I’m really losin’ my mind

And I’m never ever goin’ back

I lost the track

No one even knows I’m alive

Spaced without a trace

Waitin’ for the word to arrive

I’m the last man to survive
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4.  Woman Of The World

Well, she’s the woman of the world

And God she know it

She’ll turn my head

Every time she shows it

Yeah, nothing you can do

Nothing you can say

No way you can try to change her way

She might be gone tomorrow

Honey, say what you gotta say

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy what a woman

Well I tried, I tried so hard to please her

She’d give me a look if I beg to tease her

There’s nothing you can say

Nothing you can do

No way you can try to hoochie coo

She might be gone tomorrow

Oh, Lordy what you gonna do

And I tried with an open hand

And a heart of sorrow

Hoped that everything would be all right

Don’t save too much lovin’ for tomorrow

Get out all your lovin’ here tonight

And I tried with an open hand

And a heart of sorrow

Hoped that everything would be all right

Don’t save too much lovin’ for tomorrow

Get out all your lovin’ here tonight

She got big-eyed cats

She got coats of sable

She seats forty-four at her dinner table

And there’s nothing you can do

Nothing you can say

No way you can try to change her way

She might be gone tomorrow

Oh, throwin’ it all away
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5.  S.O.S. (Too Bad)

Stagecoach lady, hourglass body

Makin’ thinks glow in the night

Well, she would if she could

And she’d be good if she would

Only tell her lover she be out tonight

‘Cause I’m a bad

A lonely school boy

And I’m a rat

And it’s too bad

Can’t get me none of that

Salt Lake City, salt-lickin’ bitties

Bogies turn, stinkin’ of gin

Well my daddy was hard

His face was pretty scarred

From kickin’ ass to playin’ poker to win

‘Cause I’m a bad

A lonely school boy

And I’m a rat

And it’s too bad

Can’t get me none of that

It’s too bad

It’s too bad

Can’t get me none of that

New sold lady

My mama Cady

Chivalry was born at her feet

Wel she should have thought twice

When pa showed his dice

Imagine put my daddy to sleep

‘Cause I’m a bad

A lonely school boy

And I’m a rat

And it’s too bad

Can’t get me none of that

It’s too bad

Lord, it’s too bad

I said it’s too bad

Lord, it’s too bad

(Repeat)
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6.  Train Kept A Rollin’

Well on a train, I met a dame

She rather handsome

We kinda look 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

(Chorus)

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

But I just couldn’t tell her so, no, no, no

Well, get along

Sweet little woman get along

On your way

Well, get along

Sweet little woman get along

On your way

I’m in heat, I’m in love

But I just couldn’t tell her so, no, no, no

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

(Chorus)

Well, get along

Sweet little woman get along

On your way

Well, get along

Sweet little woman get along

On your way

I’m in heat, I’m in love

But I just couldn’t tell her

Well, we made a stop in Albequerque

She musta thought

I was a real cool jerk

Got off the train, and put her hands up

Lookin’ so good, I couldn’t let her go

But I just couldn’t tell her so

(Chorus)

I’m in heat, I’m in love

But I just couldn’t tell her
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7.  Seasons Of Wither

Blues hearted lady

Sleepy was she

Love for the devil

Brought her to me

Seas of a thousand

Drawn to her sin

Seasons Of Wither

Holdin’ me in

Oh, woe is me

I feel so badly for you

Oh, woe is me

I feel so sadly for you in time

Time to lose your mind

Live on borrowed time

Take the wind right out of your sails

Fireflies dance in the heat of

Hound dogs that bay at the moon

My ship leaves in the midnight

Can’t say I’ll be back too soon

They awaken

Far, far away

Heat of my candle

Show me the way

Seas of a thousand

Drawn her to sin

Seasons Of Wither

Holdin’ me in

Oh, woe is me

I feel so badly for you

Oh, woe is me

I feel so sadly for you in time

Time to lose your mind

Live on borrowed time

Take the wind right out of your sails
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8.  Pandora’s Box

When I’m in heat

Someone gets a notion

I jump to my feet

I hoof it to the ocean

We hit a beach

Where no one gives a hoot

Nobody never ever wears a suit

The ladies there

They look so proud

That’s ’cause they know

That they’ve been so well endowed

Now, I ain’t much

For Fannie’s conversation

Or care to much

About her operation

But every time Pandora comes my way

I get high

Can’t explain the sensation

To get it on

I gotta watch what I say

Or I’ll catch hell

From the women’s liberation

(Chorus)

Sweet Pandora

Good-like aura

Smell like a flora

Open up your door-a for me

Sweet Pandora

Good-like aura

Smell like a flora

Open up your door-a for me

Sweet Pandora

Mama crack a smile for me

Just for me, just for me

Just for me, just for me

Just for me, just for me

Just for me

Now I ain’t what

You’d call a city slicker

Or claim to fame

To be a slitty licker

But every time Pandora comes my way

I get high

Can’t explain the sensation

To get it on

I gotta watch what I say

Or I’ll catch hell

From the women’s liberation

(Chorus)