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MOTöRHEAD LYRICS
"Eat The Rich" (1987 EP)
1. Eat The Rich
2. Just Cos You Got The Power
3. Cradle To The Grave
1. Eat The Rich
They say music is the food of love,
Let's see if you are hungry enough,
Take a bite, take another, just like a good boy would,
Get a sweet thing on the side,
Home cooking, homicide,
Side order, could be your daughter,
Fingerlicking good
[Chorus:]
Come on baby, eat the rich,
Put the bite on the son of a bitch,
Don't mess around, don't give me no switch,
C'mon baby eat the rich
C'mon baby eat the rich
Sittin' here in a restaurant,
Tell the waiter just what you want
Is that the meat, you wanted to eat,
How would you ever know?
Hash browns an' bacon strips,
I love the way that you lick your lips,
No fooling, I can see you drooling,
Feel the hunger grow
[Chorus]
Eat up, eat you, eat me,
Eat two, get one free
Shetland pony, extra pepperoni
Just pick up the phone,
Eat greek, or eat chinese,
Eat salad, or scarf up grease
You're on the shelf, maybe eat yourself,
Come on, bite my bone
[Chorus]
2. Just Cos You Got The Power
You might be a financial wizard,
With a sack of loot,
All I see is a slimy lizard,
With an expensive suit,
Go on and run your corporation,
Go and kiss some ass,
You might buy half of the nation,
But you can't buy class.
You bastards think it's funny,
Lyin' and thieving all your life,
Think all there is money,
Got your future strapped up tight,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right.
You can take my fingers babe,
You can take my eyes,
You can take my past and future,
It won't make you wise,
You can have me thrown in jail,
You can steal my booze,
You can even read my mail,
Step on my blue suede shoes.
You bastards must be clever,
Got it mapped out in black and white,
But don't forget you'll never,
Get a dog to walk upright,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right.
Go on out make another deal,
Feed your big fat face,
Go on out and cop a feel,
Get on somebody's case,
You surely would be satisfied,
If you could have it all,
But time ain't on your side,
You're going to the wall.
You think that life's all dollars,
Greed and lust and spite,
But I wasn't born to follow,
Like to get my sleep at night,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power,
That don't mean you got the right.
3. Cradle To The Grave
Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, could've been a loser
Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, rather be a boozer
Standing at the crossroads, see where the wind blows
Following the white line, following my nose
You've been living on a razor's edge, soon as you learned to shave
Make sure you live, be a long time dead
Cradle To The Grave
Ain't too good, don't look good, but it'll get worse
Don't look good, don't feel good, it's gonna take years
Life drives you nuts, babe, 'cos you ain't certain
Kicks you in the guts, babe, and leaves you hurting
Don't matter up or down, sideways, in or out
If it makes you feel good, do it, and then get out
Don't spend your life on your own bed
Cradle To The Grave
Ain't so bad, ain't so bad, could've been a junkie
Ain't so bad, ain't all bad, could've had a monkey
You can't take it with you, not even if you earn it
So find out what you need babe, then you'd better learn it
It don't matter who you are, millionaire or whore
Just get out and scrape that jar, that's what they've got it for
You've been living on a razor's edge, one way to behave
Make sure you do it, it'll cut you dead
Cradle To The Grave
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