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"The Perfect Crime" (2015)

Alone For You lyrics - Cold Chisel

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Alla my body, alla my mind
Alla my intentions, alla my drive
Is bent on keeping our connection alive
Every decision, my vision is pinned
Counting off the hours till you call again

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Checkin’ on messages, lookin’ at the wall
Leavin’ my room, walkin’ up and down the hall
Exiting the building, on the street
Shopping for nothing on the same old beat
Wandering the city, another night lost
Counting off the hours, the stations of the Cross
Counting off the hours, back to my room
Teenage cars goin’ boom boom boom

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you
I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

Wake up in the morning, feel like shit
Waiting on a message, that’s my hit
Forget about food, forget about time
Forget about checkin’ out the scene of the crime

I’m alone for you, I’m alone I’m alone for you

The Backroom lyrics - Cold Chisel

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
And the whole world’s lookin’ for a beverage
And you ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ in the boot a the car
Time for the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can wake up thinking that it’s ‘89
But there’s another sound, thicker than a Bolivar

You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
Walnut piano on a wooden floor
Backbeat drummer, Roy on a slide guitar
Coming from the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

When the high tide’s suckin’ at the old sea wall
And the full moon’s lookin’ like a mirror ball
Bigger than Elvis, hotter than a speedway star

With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band
You can lose a girl, quicker than a coup de grace
In the backroom at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s tikki bar

Haul that mother, haul that son
Haul that rubber to the end of a run
That ain’t got ridden since between the wars
All hidden from the liquor laws

Down by the Hunter where the coal-trucks roll
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
There’s another place, does a better job by far

That’s the backroom (at Dougie and Gleny Rae’s)

All Hell Broke Lucy lyrics - Cold Chisel

A winter cold, eighteen, forty-three.
In a whiskey rage, and a heart would bleed.
She found a fancy-man, that would do the deed.
And take old Henry’s life and set Lucretia free.

She said she hated him unless they both were drunk
She swore she’d leave him cold, in the corner slumped.
Before his eyes were cold, they had the body dumped.
And at the break of day Lucretia came undone.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

Well a spot of blood by the bed was found,
It was hers not his, she was heard to shout.
And as they hauled her away and her hands were bound
Lucretia’s eyes were cold, as the cold, hard ground

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The trial was short the lovers had confessed,
And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks
And left the holy ground where they would never rest
And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The hangman told her the truth,
She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose
She felt the pain inside from the very start,
All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.

The Perfect Crime lyrics - Cold Chisel

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
The negative reveals
The last house where this dogtown meets the river
Meets the fields
Lookin’ out the East I’d say
That thunderhead could be a thousand miles away
Out off the coast
Unreal

I’ve been thinkin’, off and on, about you
About the summer now gone
And what I mean to do
All in all, this town
Is only good for if you need to not be found
For a while
For a turn or two

You, on the other hand, just may be
A whole new and fascinating possibility
How far, and how wired
Could we get on down the line
Once fired
On that trajectory

How long could we play
Who’d be the first to peel away before the end
Is what I’d like to see

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

The summer lightning flicks in sheets
Across the world tonight
All across this little town
This little party light
Strung out with the others
Down a highway bleak and beautiful as you
All flash
And no relief in sight

One kiss, you and I
Could outrun anything we do
For a while
And that’s alright

Yeah, you can look around
But we ain’t got much time
Baby, we’ll be
The perfect crime.

Long Dark Road lyrics - Cold Chisel

It’s a long dark road, leads me to where I’m going.
It’s a hard, hard way, and I got no way of knowing.

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

It’s a long, dark road, each step that I take to nowhere
And I travel alone, no trace of the things we once shared.

What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way

I can see you dressing up, and wanting someone’s blessing
And I know it’s not for me
What we once were sharing all the hopes and dreams and caring
Are cast aside and left to bleed

It’s a long dark road, It’s a hard, hard way
And I travel alone, it’s a long dark road.

Four In The Morning lyrics - Cold Chisel

It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes

The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across,
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savoring the call to maybe this time,
Make it permanent

I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon

Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes,
Shining back like scimitars,
Across the night at me

Well it’s four am, who knows how far
My rope’d run if I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are

In my mind I see that final town
Outta cash, axles in the ground
Lying in a hostel bed
No-one there to hold my head
Some internal organ breakin’ down

I can feel the midnight fading, all desires
Are out there with you singing in the wires
I wonder when the corner shop is open,
If the wind’ll drop before the dawn,
And frost up all the tires

It’s four in the morning, what can I do
A Don Alejandros should see me through
The hard reality is this
I got woken with a kiss
Once upon a time, one night with you

The Mansions lyrics - Cold Chisel

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

There’s a big black van in upper Kellett Street
Men in body armour moving softly on their feet
The whisper is the shotguns are staked out in pursuit
Of a man in a room above a house of ill-repute

I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
I went down to The Mansions
Catch the early morning crowd
They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired
Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired
The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand
Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again

I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions
I went down to The Mansions

They got My Way on the jukebox
And everybody belts it out

The Toast Of Paris lyrics - Cold Chisel

We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day
Following a heart already gone
I can hear your conversation turning inward and away
We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone

I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue
Take the loss and never let it show
You think your destination is waiting just for you
But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
No matter what they told ya
No matter what they told ya
It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris
I know that won’t hold you here
I know that won’t hold you

I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible
The way tomorrow has to happen now
I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible
But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how

I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines
Cashing in their only ticket home
Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines
To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris...

We both know you’ll flying out alone
Riding on a ticket no return
I love you and I’ll pray for you out here on the edge I’ll burn
A candle every day until the day you get to learn

It takes more than a sulky mouth
To be the toast of Paris...

Shoot The Moon lyrics - Cold Chisel

We’ve been dancing around this feeling
Tip tiptoeing around that word
It’s so easy to say but God dammit
Nobody wanna say it first
Nobody wanna say it first

How high is the moon tonight
It ain’t too high to shoot
You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running
Right here on the end of my boot
Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt
So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you ’til I make you tilt
Shake you ’til I make you tilt

Don’t you think it’s time
I know what’s on your mind
Way down south we can get a little liquor
Way down south where the air gets thicker
Come on baby now
Here’s the kicker
Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger

Cock the hammer and hammer the lock
You’re looking pretty cute
In your little white frock with your
All night boots ridin’ up your thighs
What you got in your clip
Can only fantasise
Spin that chamber and fire
An’ hope to fuck I get out alive

Don’t you think it’s time
You know what’s on my mind
Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin’ bigger
Down that rye, suck on that jigger
Eye to eye, together I figure
Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it
Pull the trigger

Mexican Wedding lyrics - Cold Chisel

It was never ever easy
Going inside her mind
Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain

It was never ever easy
Looking deep in her eyes
There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again

Gay pistoleros
Drinking and fighting
Playing guitars
And pissing all over the lawn

Lusty senoras
Kicking and biting
Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn

It was never ever easy
I used to crawl out of bed
Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head

It was never ever easy
You can take it from me
That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be

Lonely conchitas
Slamming tequilas
Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls

Black-eyed bandidos
Firing their pistols
Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all

It was never ever easy
It used to fill me with dread
Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head

Get Lucky lyrics - Cold Chisel

I’ve walked the highway as a sinner
It’s just a lonely road from hell
And my shoes are wearin’ thinner
As far as I can tell
I might get lucky...
Yeah lucky

Some say that time can heal your soul
That won’t help me find my goal
Though my heart may skip a beat
I ain’t slow on my two feet
I might get lucky...
Yeah lucky

I wanna believe
There’ll come a point in time
I’ll face all my demons
That tempt all mankind
Find absolution
Before it’s too late
To break these chains
Start a clean slate

The good book says the flesh is weak
Please believe me if you can
It’s attention I seek
And I am but a man
I might get lucky...
Yeah lucky

You know I’m not the one to give up
My hour glass is losing sand
Can you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky...
Can you show me what love is
Do you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky...
Come show me what love is
Why won’t you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky...
Yeah lucky
Yeah lucky
Whoa lucky

Bus Station lyrics - Cold Chisel

Hey you with the head on
Yeah, I mean you
When the owner bombs this place
Watcha gonna do
I got one eye on the minute hand
One eye on a girl
One eye is a rubberband
Gonna flick away this world

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Hey you in the uniform
Yeah, I mean you
When the revolution comes
Watcha gonna do
Fat girl with a travel rug
She’s got a chiko roll
Fat girl with a travel rug
I’m gonna lose control

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Like a big cat in a little cage
A king in a cell
Its too bad, a man my age
To know this place too well

Like a dead man on the underground
On a long weekend
Things keep goin’ round and round
And I’ll be back again
Bus station

Lost lyrics - Cold Chisel

Wired but alive
At the break of the day
As the last few survivors
Fall away, fall away

And I get a little lost sometimes
A little lost sometimes
In the night

I get a little lost sometimes
A little bit lost sometimes
That’s alright

Time is a tease
All those feathers and fans
And unfinished symphonies
And you
With your broken plans
And your day’s demands

And I get a little lost sometimes...

Outside, sirens, join and fade
Wired but alive
We got it made
We got it made

And I get a little lost sometimes...

Romantic Lies lyrics - Romantic Lies

Who cares if it’s true
When I say
In the temple of my heart, a candle burns for you
That turns my night into day

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a midnight line
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Who cares if I swear
That my love for you
Is so much more than a wild affair
For a weekend or two

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a diamond mine
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Romantic lies are
As easy as breathing
Cool as believing
That each kiss has a fairytale ending
Just close your eyes

Romantic lies
They say
Like a holiday
Make the world go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round