makin' a mess

• royal hunt'ın "moving target" albümünde yer alan harika parça:
  
  makin' a mess
  i was raised in a faraway land
  tryin' to be number one
  dad used to tell me - "whatever you do
  never let go 'till you're done"
  
  i was fighting as anyone
  i was twisted around
  i was broke just as anyone
  on the way - way down
  
  never ever settle for less
  raise your hand it's to kill or to bless
  never ever settle for less
  who needs a crown when your head's on the ground
  let me out i'm just makin' a mess
  
  chip on my shoulder and look on my face
  changin' my life on the fly
  too late to make it and too late to stop
  too late to figure out why
  
  i can make you as anyone
  i can twist you around
  i can break you as anyone
  on the way - way down
  
  never ever settle for less
  raise your hand it's to kill or to bless
  never ever settle for less
  who needs a crown when your head's on the ground
  let me out i'm just makin' a mess
  
  the wind of sadness can shade the heart of gold
  i'm gonna leave it all behind
  i'm prayin' for a break - if i could face the world
  without sadness on my mind
  
  never ever settle for less
  raise your hand it's to kill or to bless
  never ever settle for less
  who needs a crown when your head's on the ground
  let me out i'm just makin' a mess
• ooo yeah diye başlayıp, baştan gaza getiren skid row şarkısı.
• [bach, bolan, snake]
  
  t-bone billy just a singin' the blues
  caught his lady with another man
  lit up a smoke and did some talkin'
  with the back of his hand
  
  she started shakin', started losing her mind
  but he was kicking back and playing it cool
  signed her walkin' papers
  took the 5:15 to kalamazoo
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  eat your heart out, i'll send it c.o.d.
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  now billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
  dark shades, cool kicks, he's hollywood blvd.
  slick daddy and his fat cigar sayin':
  "sign upon the dotted line!"
  he shook his head and said:
  "all i need is that fiddle of mine!"
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  take your big time, i'll take care of me
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  when trouble came knockin'
  billy kep-a-rockin' like this...
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  eat your heart out, i'll send it c.o.d.
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks (lick it)
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me