SAIGON KICK LYRICS

1. A Lot Like You

I'm a lot like you without clue
But it don't come easy so easy for me

What's a boy to to do I'm lost in eyes so blue
I bet it all come easy so easy for you

Conscience makes the would go round
She sits inside with a smill frown
She wants to walk the streets without her name

Trapped inside a zoo did you get your pictures dude
It's just all easy so easy to do

Where's head right now
Did you lose your big cash cow
Did they all bleed easy so easy for you

Conscience makes the would go round
She sits inside with a smill frown
She wants to walk the streets without her name
her name

Conscience makes the would go round
She sits inside with a smill frown
She wants to walk the streets without her name
her name

Balance this against your will
The ones you love you know you kill
What's a girl to do with all of this
all of this

2. Jehovah

Something somewhere's really fucking wrong
I Got my eyes peeled back but
I'm singing the same old song
I got my right hand on the book of how and way
I took my glasses off so you could see my pretty eyes

I gave and I take ya
I bend and don't brake
You're thinking all in all
He's a raving sensation

Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed dry
Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed let it fly

I got a big black belt around my waist
And if you ask me nice I'll let you have a taste
I got these big brown eyes you love to dream about
I got those pouty lips to tell you just get out

I gave and I take ya
I bend and don't brake
You're thinking all in all
He's a raving sensation

Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed dry
Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed let it fly

I got some brand new pants so I could be in vogue
Not the fashion sense the cover don't you know
I got a villa high atop a mountain range
I got a pillow made of clouds that spells my name

I gave and I take ya
I bend and don't brake
You're thinking all in all
He's a raving sensation

Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed dry
Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed dry

Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed dry
Jehovah makes his mother cry
Don't let your soul bleed let it fly

3. Meet Your Maker

4. Break My Heart

5. Sign Of The Times

6. So Sad To Say

7. Solitary Jerk

8. We Never Met

9. Who's Crying Now

10. Big Shot

[originally by Billy Joel]

Well, you went uptown ridin' in your limousine
With your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose
Ooh, and when you wake up in the mornin'
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don't come bitchin' to me

Because you had to be a big shot, didn't cha
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't cha
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything's about
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night

And they were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people that you knew at Elaine's
And the story of your latest success
You kept 'em so entertained
But now you just don't remember
All the things you said
And you're not sure that you want to know
I'll give you one hint, honey
You sure did put on a show

Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn't cha
You had to prove it to the crowd
You had to be a big shot, didn't cha
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You're so much fun to be around
You had to have the front page, bold type
You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh

Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa who-oo-oo-oo-ah,
Oh Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa.

Well, it's no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line
You couldn't see it was time to go home
No, no, no, no, no, no

You had to be a big shot, didn't cha
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn't cha
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
So much fun to be around
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You had to have the white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night, Oh oh

Oh Oh whoa whoa oh, Oh Oh whoa.

Big shot... Big shot... Big shot... Mmmm... Big shot... Whoa whoa!
Big shot...

11. Nearer

SAIGON KICK LYRICS