Asshole Rules The Navy lyrics - Iggy Pop (feat. A Hawk And A Hacksaw)
Let us sing a bit of good old Captain Kitt
Who sat one morning early in the head
A bee came flying past and it stung him on the ass
And this is what the gallant captain said
Asshole rules the Navy, asshole rules the sea
If you want a bit of bum, better get it from your chum -
You'll get no ass from me
Now we'll hear some rhymes of Yeoman Second Grimes
Who ran the hook that hoisted up the mail
One day as he stood watch it caught him in the crotch
And he cried as he went flying o'er the rail, "It doesn't matter!..."
Asshole rules the Navy, asshole rules the sea
If you want a bit of bum, better get it from your chum -
You'll get no ass from me
And now to end my song I'll sing of AB Long
Whose member was not like his name at all
When asked if he would tell how he got along so well
His answer simply was as I recall, "It's very simple…"
Asshole rules the Navy, asshole rules the sea
If you want a bit of bum, better get it from your chum -
You'll get no ass from me-e-e-eee
If you want a bit of bum, better get it from your chum -
You'll get no ass from me
Dirty Little Virus lyrics - Iggy Pop
Covid-19 is on the scene
The boys and the girls
Can't stop their whirl
Grandfather's dead
Got trump instead
I wanna grind
I'm losing my mind
Dirty little virus
Sleeping inside us
Gone are the paydays
Gone are the playdays
Dirty little virus
Sleeping inside us
Oh, what a grind
I'm losing my mind
She's only nineteen
But she can kill ya
She ain't my type
But it is what it is
Guy get's a fever
Thinks he sees her
Oh, what a grind
I'm losing my mind
Dirty little virus
Sleeping inside us
Gone are the paydays
Gone are the playdays
Dirty little virus
Sleeping inside us
Oh what a grind
I'm losing my mind
Can't have no fun
Can't touch no one
Can't have no fun
Don't touch no one
Covid-19
Covid-19
Dirty little virus
European Son lyrics - Iggy Pop & Matt Sweeney
You killed your European son
You spit on those under twenty-one
But now your blue cars are gone
You better say so long
Hey hey hey, bye bye bye
You made your wallpapers green
You want to make love to the scene
Your European son is gone
You'd better say so long
Your clowns bid you goodbye
Gold lyrics - Iggy Pop
(from "Gold" soundtrack)
It's okay, it's alright
The promise of the tongue
Leaving them behind tonight
But I guess this time, I'm doubled up
I'm doubled down again
I got no time to turn it around again
Hail to the thief
And you won't get nothing much
Hail to the thief
And we'll keep what's left to night
A little faith, too little pride
Will we ever get it right?
Keep looking for a sign tonight
But I guess it's time, I'm doubled up
And doubled down again
Got no time to turn it around again
Hail to the thief
And you won't get nothing much
Hail to the thief
And we'll keep what's left to night
Hail to the thief
And you won't get left in line
Hail to the thief
And we'll keep what's left to night
Silent Night (2022 Mix) lyrics - William Shatner & Iggy Pop
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Silent night, Holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heav'nly hosts sing Alleluia
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night
Sweet Betsy From Pike lyrics - Iggy Pop
Do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike?
She crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike
With two yoke of cattle and one spottled hog
And a tall Shanghai rooster and an old yellow dog
They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
And down in the sand she lay rolling about
Ike half distracted looked on in surprise
Saying, "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes"
Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain
She declared she'd go back to Pike County again
But Ihe, he just sighed then they fondly embraced
So he traveled along with his arm 'round her waist
They swam the wide rivers and climbed the tall peaks
They camped upon prairies for weeks upon weeks
Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter
They reached California 'spite of hell and high water
Then a miner said, "Betsy, will you dance with me?"
She answers, "I will if you want make two free
I can't dance too hard, do you want to know why?
Because I'm so full of that strong alkali"
This Pike County couple got married, of course
But Ike became jealous, obtained a divorce
And Betsy, well-satisfied, said with a shout
"Goodbye, you big lummox, I'm glad you backed out!"
Why Can't We Live Together lyrics - Dr. Lonnie Smith & Iggy Pop
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Umm, why can't we live together?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Umm, why can't we live together?
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we live together?
No more wars, no more wars, no more war
Umm, just a little peace in this world
No more wars, no more war
All we want is some peace in this world
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we live together?
Can't live, can't live
Can't live together
Can't live together
No matter, no matter what color
You are still my brother
No matter, no matter what color
You are still my brother
Everybody wants to live together
Why can't we live together?
Be together
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Be together
Be together
You Want It Darker lyrics - Iggy Pop
(originally by Leonard Cohen)
If you are the dealer
I'm out of the game
If you are the healer
It means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory
Then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified
Be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified
In the human frame
A million candles burning
For the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle-class and tame
I didn't know I had permission
To murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord
Magnified, sanctified
Be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified
In the human frame
A million candles burning
For the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer
Let me out of the game
If you are the healer
I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory
Mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my Lord
I'm ready
Oh
Oh
Ah
Ah
(I'm ready, my Lord)
I'm ready, my Lord
I Wanna Be Your Dog lyrics - Iggy Pop
I'm so messed up, I want you here
Well, in my room, I want you here
Now we're gonna be face to face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on
Ow
Well, now I'm ready to close my eyes
Now I'm ready to close my mind
Now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on
I'm so messed up, I want you here
But in my room, I want you here
And now we're gonna be face to face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on
If You're Going To The City lyrics - Iggy Pop
(originally by Mose Allison)
If you're goin' to the city
You better have some cash
If you're goin' to the city
You better have some cash
'Cause the people in the city
They don't take no trash
If you're goin' to the city
You better bolt your door
If you're goin' to the city
You better bolt your door
They'll take all what you got
And come back for more
In the city, in the city
In the city, in the city
In the city, pretty baby
In the city
If you're goin' to the city
There's one thing I hope
If you're goin' to the city
There's one thing I hope
Don't take money from a woman
Or mess around with dope
Or mess around with dope
Don't mess around with dope
Stay its cool
Alright
Lust For Life (The Prodigy Remix) lyrics - Iggy Pop
(from "T2 Trainspotting" soundtrack)
Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
He's gonna do another striptease
Hey, man, where'd you get that lotion?
I been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah something called love
That's like hypnotizing chickens
Well I am just a modern guy
Of course I've had it in the ear before
Cause of a lust for life
Cause of a lust for life
I got a lust for life
I'm worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a G.T.O
Wear a uniform
All on a government loan
I'm worth a million in prizes
Yeah, I'm through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With the liquor and drugs
With the liquor and drugs
Well I am just a modern guy
Of course I've had it in the ear before
Cause of a lust for life
Cause of a lust for life
I got a lust for life
I got a lust for life
Lust for life
I got a lust for life
A lot of lust for life
Well I'm just a modern guy
Of course I've had it in the ear before
I got a lust for life
A lot of lust for life
I got a lust for life
Lust for life
Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And the flesh machine
I know he's gonna do another striptease
Hey, man, where'd you get that lotion?
Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick
About something called love
Oh, love, love, love
About something called love, called love
Oh, love, love, love
Mobile lyrics - Pan Amsterdam & Iggy Pop (feat. Leron Thomas)
Two scratchers, Beef jerky, and a Power Ball
Two scratchers, Beef jerky, and a Power Ball
I paint self hate portraits in acrylic
Since pedophiles think I'm not photogenic
So cook up what you want in your burnt out skillet
Just know I do hunt and do know how to kill it
You think you get the cow from the milk, the worm from the silk
The friggin' slave from the quilt
Put food on my table one day but mad 'cause I didn't offer you lemonade from lemons
Planted by Lady Day
Strange fruit hangin, dead your syringe
Distorted guitars make white soul djs cringe
Pan Am's plasma makes hair on heads singe
X-class solar flare, I impinge
Give you vegetation and life but don't get to close
I ain't your star gate, burn you up like Sunday's pot roast
Like old fast food grease, and burnt onion rings
Don't worry about the two thousand in over rings
Aiight
Consider me your most humble worker
I'm lookin' at you as I make your burger
And when I punch out I'm up to nothin funny
Just at the gas station makin' the city money
And when I'm next in line I'm in it to win it
Playin' the lotto dreamy eyed like I was Tony Bennett
When I lose consolation rolls up in a minute
Toothless meth head offerin', mad clinic
Some are better than the rest of us
Reaching Nirvana with tooth ferries gazing out windows at Pegasus
More mobile than the rest of us,
Takin' life by the jugular, the be the best of regular
Back in the driver's seat Iggy be the passenger
Concession stand delicacies for my scavengers
Kicked outta Dawson's creek, darkness be a challenger
Poison Ivy still yields plans on my calendar
Ebony and Ivory
Wonder and McCartney, They in the backseat
We takin no briberies, shame you like Rwanda for takin the ivory outta the
Elephant's teeth
We playin musical chairs,
And you still lose if the music stops even if your PR did not
No kissin' fake derrieres
Cause we still choose what's cream of the crop even if your AR forgot
To Hell with your trials and tribulations
You're flippin burgers go prep the station
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA This here Hahahahaha...
Two scratchers, Beef jerky, and a Power Ball [repeats]
Move Your Hand lyrics - Dr. Lonnie Smith & Iggy Pop
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
I remember that day
You came my way
I remember that day
You came my way
And I said
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Hey hey hey
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Since the day I saw you
I've been waiting for you
Since the day I saw you
I've been waiting for you
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Move your hand
Cause I can't see it
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey
You better move
You better move
Lord you better move
Damn
Damn
You better move you better move
You better move
Move your hand
I can't see it
Red Right Hand lyrics - Iggy Pop & Jarvis Cocker
(originally by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds)
Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
But there won't be a single thing
That you can do
He's a God, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
Red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy
'Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
He ain't what he seems
Because, you'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
You to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a God
He's a man, he's a guru
He's a ghost, he's a God
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
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