Black to CommLet it come on down, babe
In the midnight hour
Let it come on down, baby
In the midnight hour
Let it come on down, down, down
Let it come on down, down, down
Let it come on down, down, down
Call Me AnimalI take a laser beam
And I use it like a stone axe, baby
I take the present, past and future Mama
And blast it out my thorax, hey, hey
Call me animal, that's my name
Call me animal, I'm not ashamed
Call me animal, this is your hour
Kick Out The JamsAnd right now, right now, right now it's time to...
Kick out the jams, motherfuckers!
Yeah! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna...
I wanna kick 'em out! Yeah!
Well I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get crazy now baby
Cause we all got in tune
Let Me TryI'll be your singer
You'll be my song
I'll lay you down softly
I'll love you long
I'll be there
To keep you satisfied
If you'll only let me try, hey hey
Looking At YouWhen it happened
something snapped inside
made me want to hide
all alone on my own
all alone on my own
I stood up on the stand
with my eyes shut tight
didn´t want to see anbody
Over and OverPeople talkin 'bout solutions, over and over
'Bout how we need a revolution, over and over
I was talking 'bout ecology, over and over
'Bout how we'll be saved by technology, over and over
While the cat next door spends all his time
Trying to think up new antisocial crimes
I said no, I said hang on a minute now
Ramblin' RoseYour love is like a ramblin' rose
The more I feed it the more it grows
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah
Ramblin' rose you're looking for
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah
Ramblin' rose you been running around
Sister AnneSister Anne don't give a damn about evolution
She's a liberated woman, she's got her solution
Like a dinosaur, she's going off the wall
She's gonna make it her own crusade
She's got a heart of gold, gonna save a bitch's soul
From goin' down Satan's hot way
She can I know she can
I know she can
The American RuseThey told you in school about freedom
But when you try to be free they never let ya
They said "it's easy , nothing to it"
And now the army's out to get ya
Sixty nine America in terminal stasis
The air's so thick it's like drowning in molasses
I'm sick and tired of paying these dues
And i'm finally getting hip to the American ruse