Lyrics--Guilty Disc 2 (Studio Recordings)

Short People Short People got no reason Short People got no reason Short People got no reason To live They got little hands Little eyes They walk around Tellin' great big lies They got little noses And tiny little teeth They wear platform shoes On their nasty little feet Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People `Round here Short People are just the same As you and I (A Fool Such As I) All men are brothers Until the day they die (It's A Wonderful World) Short People got nobody Short People got nobody Short People got nobody To love They got little baby legs That stand so low You got to pick 'em up Just to say hello They got little cars That go beep, beep, beep They got little voices Goin' peep, peep, peep They got grubby little fingers And dirty little minds They're gonna get you every time Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People 'Round here	Real Emotional Girl She's a real emotional girl She wears her heart on her sleeve Every little thing you tell her She'll believe She really will She even cries in her sleep I've heard her Many times before I never had a girl who loved me Half as much as this girl loves me She's real emotional For eighteen years she lived at home She was Daddy's little girl And Daddy helped her move out on her own She met a boy He broke her heart And now she lives alone And she's very, very careful Yes she is She's a real emotional girl Lives down deep inside her herself She turns on easy It's like a hurricane You would not believe it You gotta hold on tight to her She's a real emotional girl
Little Criminals What you wanna come back here for? Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your blackjack off my table Get your coat out of my rack We don't need you 'round here, jerk-off Chuck, I want you off my back 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top Got a gun from Uncle Freddy Got a station all picked out Got a plan and now we're ready Gonna take that station out So you go on about your business You just leave use folks alone We don't need no two-bit junkie Screwin' up our happy home 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top We've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top	Take Me Back Everyone tells me I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It's not hard to understand Sure I got troubles Maybe you got'em too I'd like to explain what has happened to me So it doesn't happen to you I was born in Los Angeles Many, many, many years ago We lived out in North Hollywood then In a steamy little bungalow My mother, my father My baby brother and me Playin' cowboys all day Out there in the valley What a perfect family Hey, hey Get 'em up, get 'em up Come a ti yi Hey Went off to high school When I was thirteen I was kind of advanced If you know what I mean Ran into some trouble Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills My daddy had to come down to the station to get me He said, "Where is my angry young man?" Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again Now that young girl Was just a summertime thing She went back to school When the school bell rang Now I do my laundry by myself Every night I eat alone Baby please, please, please Won't you let me come back home Goin' off to college Passed every test They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto He could be one of the best" Four years at Stanford Worked very hard A lot of good it did me, little tramp, Your're ruining my life Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance And we'll start all over again Just give me a chance And we'll start all over
In Germany Before The War In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the park down to the Rhine And he'd sit there by the shore I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray Reflected in his glasses As he watches her A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea <>We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still	Song For The Dead Deep in the field A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership Pardon me, boys If I sleep off my pack And sit for a while with you I'd like to explain Why you fine young men had to be blown apart To defend this mud hole Now our country, boys Though it's quite far away Found itself jeopardized Endangered, boys By these very gooks Who lie here beside you Forever near Forever We'd like to express Our deep admiration For your courage under fire And your willingness to die For your country, boys We won't forget We won't forget
I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy And there's no one else around To keep you company Remember, baby, You can always count on me I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home Wherever you may wander And wherever you may roam You come back I'll be waiting here for you No one else will ever love you The way I do I'll be here to comfort you And see you through I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home	Dixie Flyer I was born right here, November '43 My dad was a captain in the army Fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little momma Didn't know a soul in L.A. So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway. Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams. On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams. Her own mother came to meet us at the station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew. Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too. Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you? An American Christian, God damn! On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.
It's Money That I Love I don't love the mountains And I don't love the sea And I don't love Jesus He never done a thing for me I ain't pretty like my sister Or smart like my dad Or good like my mama It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love They say that money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year old girl And a great big long limousine On a hot September night Now that may not be love But it is all right One, two It's Money That I Love Wanna kiss you Three, four It's Money That I Love Used to worry about the poor But I don't worry anymore Used to worry about the black man Now I don't worry about the black man Used to worry about the starving children of India You know what I say now about the starving children of India? I say, "Oh mama" It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love	New Orleans Wins The War Don't remember much about my baby days, But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon One side for White and one side for Colored I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal Street It rained every day one summer Momma used to take me to Audubon Park Show me the ways of the world She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a black one, that one's an octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans tune" In 1948 my Daddy came to the city Told the people that they'd won the war Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not Probably they'd heard it and just forgot 'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square And the people came to hear him from everywhere They started to party and they partied some more 'Cause New Orleans had won the war (We knew we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees) Daddy said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place Bound to sap his strength People have fun here, and I think that they should But nobody from here every come to no good They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved Then throw fireworks all 'round his grave" So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to L.A. That was the end of my baby days Blue blue morning, blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day Lose those bad dreams Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around with you for? You got someone to love you Who could ask for more? It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day All your bad dreams drift away
Ghosts Stay with me for a little while You've nowhere to go I've nowhere to go It makes me so happy When you smile At me Work all your life And you end up with nothing Live in one room like a bum Once I flew in a plane And I fought in a war We lived in a castle And slept on the floor And I don't want to be All alone anymore I'm sorry Out in the street There's little colored kids playing Where my own little boy used to play So I sit in this chair And I ache with the gout And I talk to myself 'Cause I'm scared to go out And I just want to know What was it all about I'm sorry	Four Eyes One September morning when I was five My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself? Get into the car, we're gone!" We drove, it seemed like forever, Further than I'd ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you, It's time to do what's right Gonna have to learn to work hard" I said, "Work? What are you talking about? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?" He said "Yes I am!" And drove off into the morning light For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children's voices calling And I began to understand They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!" "Four eyes! Look like you're dead!" "Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Look like you been whupped upside the head."
The Girls In My Life (Part I) Was a little girl Maybe five-foot-two Had the cutest little feet Made my heart go tweet-tweet Quite a pleasant disposition Then came a pretty young French girl, mmm Whom I met in Las Vegas When I was there with my parents Oh my Had a real nice conversation Met a girl at the bakery She wanted to borrow my car from me I said, "Take it, baby" She took it down To Mexico Ran over a man named Juan Then I went to college Met a college girl She lived in the sorority house Across from the school Got a real fine education Had seven women on my mind Now I'm married Have a very lovely wife Three cute little boys It's so nice And that's just half the story Of the girls in my life	It's Money That Matters Of all of the people that I used to know Most never adjusted to the great big world I see them lurking in book stores Working for the Public Radio Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back Moving careful and slow It's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the USA All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would flourish and thrive But they barely survive They eke out a living and they barely survive When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen I took a hard look around me and asked what does it mean? So I talked to my father, and he didn't know And I talked to my friend and he didn't know And I talked to my brother and he didn't know And I talked to everybody that I knew It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do Then I talked to a man lived up on the county line I was washing his car with a friend of mine He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit I said "You look kind of funny" He said "I know that I do" "But I got a great big house on the hill here And a great big blonde wife inside it And a great big pool in my backyard and another great big pool beside it Sonny it's money that matters, hear what I say It's money that matters in the USA It's money that matters Now you know that it's true It's money that matters whatever you do"
William Brown William Brown, a tobacco man Left North Carolina when he sold his land He took a train to Omaha Stayed there with some friends he had And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home And he liked the people And he liked the town So he built himself a house beside the river And he sent for his children And he sent for his cars And he bought a little business that would run itself And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home	I Want You To Hurt Like I Do I ran out on my children And I ran out on my wife Gonna run out on you too, baby I've done it all my life Everybody cried the night I left Well, almost everybody did My little boy just hung his head And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder And this is what I said: "Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do" If I had one wish One dream I knew would come true I'd want to speak to all the people of the world I'd get up there, I'd get up there on that platform First I'd sing a song or two you know I would Then I'll tell you what I'd do I'd talk to the people and I'd say "It's a rough rough world, it's a tough tough world Well, you know And things don't always, things don't always go the way we plan But there's one thing, one thing we all have in common And it's something everyone can understand All over the world sing along I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do I just want you to hurt like I do Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do"
I Love L.A. Hate New York City It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little too rugged For you and me, you bad girl Rollin' down the Imperial Highway With a big nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north And we was born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys, baby Don't let the music stop We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more From the South Bay to the Valley From the West Side to the East Side Everybody's very happy 'Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day I love L.A. (We love it) I love L.A. (We love it) Look at that mountain Look at those trees Look at that bum over there, man He's down on his knees Look at these women There ain't nothin' like em nowhere Century Boulevard (We love it) Victory Boulevard (We love it) Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it) Sixth Street (We love it, we love it) We love L.A. I love L.A. (We love it) I love L.A. (We love it) I love L.A. (We love it)	Can't Keep A Good Man Down Devil: Everybody, gather 'round me I got somethin' I wanna tell you Listen to me When you're on the bottom like I am today And those around you are losing faith in what you're tryin' to do There is only one thing a man can say You can't keep a good man down They've been mistakes and I've made a few But oh, what a price I had to pay Yet still they try to push me around But they can't keep a good man down There may be times when I'm feelin' low I lose sight of the dream Devil's Assistants: Don't lose sight of the dream D: But that's alright 'cause soon I know I'll be back on top again, runnin' things Hey hey Treat a man like dirt. Give him no respect for who he is Expect something dirty in return Oh they're flyin' high up there They've got a lot to learn Because you can't keep a good man down They shame me, blame me. Tryin' to frame me But they can't keep a good man They can't keep a good man They can't keep a good man down . Whoa, whoa, whoa They can't keep a good man...down
Mikey's Have you seen my Marie? She's gone off somewhere Unexpectedly If she wanders in here, babe Tell her I'm lookin' for her I ain't mad or nothing I just wanna talk You know, Mikey We've been friends for a long time You tell me all your troubles And I've always told you mine North Beach has changed though Since we were growin' up Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Mexicans here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Chinamen here Didn't used to be this ugly music playing all the time Where are we, on the moon? Whatever happened to the old songs, Mikey? Like the Duke of Earl Mikey, whatever happened to the fucking Duke of Earl?	Bleeding All Over The Place [Alternate Mix] Why don't you love me like you used to do? Are you trying to break my heart? I know there's somethin' goin' on with you Whatever it is, it's tearin' me apart I walk along the river every night Tryin' to figure out why we fuss and fight Is love once again to slip right through my hands? Baby, have you been messin' with another man? Ohhh I'm bleedin' all over the place Bleedin' all over the place I don't mean to be rude But I'm in a pretty bad mood Just take a look at my face I'm bleedin' all over the place Bleedin' all over Someone call a doctor We got a serious case Of bleedin' all over the place Why don't you love me like you used to do Tell me, what did I do wrong? Seem like you're through with me I wasn't through with you My love for you is still very strong I wander aimlessly, not knowing what to do I've become quite shameless in my love for you I'm tryin real hard to understand Have you been sleeping with another man baby, baby? I'm bleedin' all over the place Bleedin' all over Get me a witness To record my disgrace How I've been dishonored Deceived and debased Then someone get me a band-aid Before I fall on my fuckin' face 'Cause I'm bleedin' all over the place
My Life Is Good A couple of weeks ago My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In Our Home She cleans the hallway She cleans the stair She cleans the livingroom She wipes the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children there This teacher says to us "We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to And he's such a big old thing He hurts the other children All the games they play, he plays so rough Hold it teacher Wait a minute Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin' Maybe I'm not understanding The English language Dear, you don't seem to realize My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good, you old bag My Life, My Life Just this evening Some young associates of ours Are flying in to see us from New York City They're gonna stay with us Oh, a couple of weeks or so I'm gonna take 'em to Restaurants and everything Gonna get'em some Real good cocaine They don't get much Where they come from And this one's guy wife Is such a pretty little brown thing That I'm liable to give her a poke or two Whaddaya think of that? Teacher, let me tell you a little story Just this morning My wife and I Went to this hotel in the hills That's right The Bel-Air Hotel Where a very good friend of ours Happens to be staying And the name of this young man Is Mr Bruce Springsteen That's right, yeah Oh, we talked about some kind of woodblock or something And this new guitar we like And you know what he said to me I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "Rand, I'm tired How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?" Well, yeah Blow, Big Man, blow My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good My Life, My Life Is Good	Happy Ending Devil: I feel the hot wind blowin' From the West to the East I feel the hot wind blowin' Can't get no relief I feel the hot wind blowin' Ev'ry day and ev'ry night I feel my confidence growin'And I know I'm gonna be alright I see the volcanoes 'Rupting and erupting Red walls of fire I got corruption Seduction Destruction Reproduction I got Las Vegas in my mind Seem like it's stuck up in there Like it's been up there for all times You can take your desert Goddamn it, give me mine 'Cause I got Las Vegas in my mind Through these portals Pass the rich and the famous Through these portals Pass the very best at what they do Man, they're the greatest It's the land of giant women But the little man is king Here in Las Vegas Man, they got ev'rything Run with it They got English girls With legs so long You gotta use a stepladder To lick their love thing It's a family place too now So bring the kids along They're gonna have a real good time here They got wild women from Borneo Playin' the piano In your bungalow They got monkey women from the Amazon Or something really funky From the lands beyond They're here in Las Vegas They're here in Las Vegas Las Vegas Man, I'm speaking in tongues! What has happened down here is the winds have changed
Miami There's a girl over there With the rhythm everywhere She's a very fine girl And she's been awfully nice to me When we walk as we sometimes do All the way out to Collins Avenue Well it's very, very fine Very, very special Very Gee, I love Miami It's so nice and hot And every building's so pretty and white And I always get into so much trouble When I'm down here I know these two old stiffs Live on the Waterway That's where I like to stay When I'm down In Miami Blue Day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down! There's a man over there With the conk in his hair He's a very bad man Don't look now He's really very bad And his name is Medina And he comes from Argentina See that little dog there with him Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy Oh, I love Miami It's so hot And the women down here Are so impure I love to hang around The big hotels And sleep in the sun all day I know this double jointed guy With the circus in St. Pete He's with me now He says hello From Fourteenth Street In Miami Blue day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down!

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Lyrics--Guilty Disc 2 (Studio Recordings)

Short People

Real Emotional Girl

Little Criminals

Take Me Back

In Germany Before The War

Song For The Dead

I'll Be Home

Dixie Flyer

It's Money That I Love

New Orleans Wins The War

Ghosts

Four Eyes

The Girls In My Life (Part I)

It's Money That Matters

William Brown

I Want You To Hurt Like I Do

I Love L.A.

Can't Keep A Good Man Down

Mikey's

Bleeding All Over The Place [Alternate Mix]

My Life Is Good

Happy Ending

Miami

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