Black Label - Australia - Lyrics from the album "The Dealer"

Lyrics from the album "The Dealer"

SNAKE IN THE GRASS
(M. FOSTER/S. MULRY/J.CARVIN)

Way down south in Belanglo
To a place where no one goes
Hitched a ride with a friendly man
Better watch out they'll never see you again
Tell you a story 'bout a man I know
Way down south in Belanglo
Take my advice he ain't what he seems
Not all there if you know what I mean

You got no class man you're just a snake in the grass
Got no class man you're just a snake in the grass

You sense something wrong maybe in his smile
But you keep your cool just for a while
So you make your plan to get away
Take a chance come what may
You jump from the car and your on the run
Then you see him comin' and he's got a gun
Lookin' left to right you find a place to hide
Your heart still racin' as he passes by

You got no class man you're just a snake in the grass
Got no class man you're just a snake in the grass
You got no class man you're just a snake in the grass

You couldn't see the sign the glare in his eyes
He ain't got no soul the devil's playin' with his mind
He's lost in a world of make believe
I can't explain why he's committing these crimes

You got no class man you're just a snake in the grass
Got no class man you're just a snake in the grass
You got no class man you're just a snake in the grass

Got no class man you're just a snake
Got no class man you're just a snake
Got no class man you're just a snake in the grass.

GOOD LUCK GOOD TIMES
(M. FOSTER)

Ridin' through the night
Cruisin' to the lights
Leavin' all my worries behind
Fightin' to survive
I'm bruised and black eyed
To hell with all this trouble and strife

Where am I to go
How am I to know
I just ride
Screamin' down the road
Never goin' slow
I'm on a high
Good luck good times

Speedin' through the streets
The people that I meet
Are holding up a one finger sign
Livin' for today
Drink it all away
The lady's going to leave me this time

Where am I to go
How am I to know
I just ride
Screamin' down the road
Never goin' slow
I'm on a high, high, high
Good luck good times

Hit the red line
Everythin's goin' fine
Run the red lights
I'm out of my mind
Good luck good times

Hit the red line
Everythin's goin' fine
Run the red lights
I'm out of my mind
Good luck good times

MAMMA SAID
(J.CARVIN)

Well you've come to a point where your down on your luck
And somethin's got a grip on your soul
But nothin' you do seems to work out right
The world's spun out of control
Wheelin' and dealin' with the wrong crowd
With no directional cause
Spending your nights on the wrong side of town
Don't make no sense at all

You better listen what your mamma said
If you don't take advice then you'll wind up dead
Listen what your mamma said
Just listen what your mamma said

Now when things go down hill and you try not to fall
You've got to get your second wind
Crawlin' up that hill on your hands and knees
Wonderin' where you been
Remember when you was a young boy
Mamma wiped a tear from your eye
A few soothin' words made you feel alright
And you were ready to fly

You'd better listen what your mamma said
If you don't take advice then you'll wind up dead
Listen what your mamma said
Just listen what your mamma said

Takes such a long time
To get your feet on the ground
Don't let it take too long
For you to come around

Yeah you've come to that point where your down and out
And that somethin' is grippin' your soul
But there'll be no more crawlin' on your hands and knees
It's time for you to stand up tall
No more hangin' with the wrong crowd
No more tears in your eyes
Grab on to your dreams and hold on tight
And you can reach for the sky

You'd better listen what your mamma said
If you don't take advice then you'll wind up dead
Listen what your mamma said
Just listen what your mamma said
If you don't take advice then you'll wind up dead
Listen what your mamma said
Just listen what your mamma said

TELL ME SOMETHING NEW
(S. MULRY/J.CARVIN)

I don't want to say good-bye
But your leaving me no choice
With screamin' at you baby
I've gone and lost my voice
They tell me you've been cheatin'
It's somethin' you deny
But when you tell your story
There's somethin' I can't buy
You say my friends have got it in for you
Tell me somethin' new

You've got yourself a reputation
It's drivin' me insane
Now your the queen of deception
To you it's just a game
You've beaten all the accusations
With your alibi's
But I can see right through you
I know your tellin' lies
You're sayin' no-one understands you
Tell me somethin' new

You say they've got it in for you
There's nothin' more I can do
And no-one understands you
Tell me, tell me somethin' new
Tell me somethin' new
C'mon and tell me
Tell me somethin' new

DOWN HILL ROAD
(G. MUSCAT/J.CARVIN)

Have you ever been taken by a fantasy
She made all those filthy lies smell so sweet
Have you ever been taken by a fantasy
She made all those filthy lies smell so sweet

Well I was too young to know the colour of her soul
Was black as black could be
Try as I did I was much too late
She was blowin' overload
Takin' all my money up to down hill road
Takin' all my money up to down hill road
Out went my heart in flowed the hate
Baby, don't you think you might be
Just a little, a little too late

Down hill road, down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road

From the highs to the lows to the end of the show
I did the best I could to get by
But while I was away at work each day
She was staggerin' around in a state of decay
After she'd get back from down hill road
After she'd get back from down hill road
Out went my heart in flowed the hate
Baby, don't you think you might be
Just a little, a little too late
And one day you ain't comin' back from

Down hill road, down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road
Takin' all my money up to down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road

Well your eyes are dead and the kids ain't been fed
And what's the hell with all these flies
You're like a withered tree that lost all it's leaves
You're a walkin' needle wearin' long sleeves
Takin' all my money up to down hill road
Takin' all my money up to down hill road
Out went my heart in flowed the hate
Oh baby, don't you think you might be
Just a little, a little too late

Down hill road, down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road
Takin' all my money up to Down hill road
Down hill road, down hill road

Have you ever been taken by a fantasy
She made all those filthy lies smell so sweet
Have you ever been taken by a fantasy
She made all those filthy lies smell so sweet
Yes she did

SOUTHLANDS
(M. FOSTER)

Across the land
The dobro's ring
The south began to sing
Bootleg whiskey
Bottleneck slide
They thought the music was sin

Hear the band
They'll be rockin' in the southlands
Like never before
The crowd began to roar

They had the look
They had the sound
They had the style to play
Duel guitars
Slide and lead
They were here to stay

Hear the band
They'll be rockin' in the southlands
Like never before
The crowd began to roar

They stormed the stage
Guitars in hand
They played a rockin' show
That last jam
That final flight
But they were not to know

Hear the band
They'll be rockin' in the southlands
Like never before
The crowd began to roar

BAD INFLUENCE
(J.CARVIN)

Let me tell you 'bout a good friend of mine
He wastes his life drinkin' whiskey and wine
One drink too many a thousand not enough
He's one the road to hell for abusin' that stuff
The only thing that makes him feel ten feet tall
Is messin' his life up but he won't listen at all

That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
Ain't no way he's ever goin' to kick it now

Demon drink is a real love thing
Tellin' lies and braggin' stuff makes you sing
Steals your soul and fries your mind
But you keep on comin' back one more time
The only thing that makes him feel like a man
Is messin' his life up but he just don't understand

That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
Ain't no way he's ever goin' to kick it
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
Ain't no way he's ever goin' to kick it now

Better turn the light on
'cause I can't see a thing
Can't you see I'm stoned
Stone cold and blue
Just can't seem to work it out
Take a look at the things that are goin' on around you
You'd better change your ways
So change 'em now

That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
Ain't no way he's ever goin' to kick it
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
That stuff such a bad influence
Ain't no way he's ever goin' to kick it now

OLD MAN JACK
(S. MULRY/J.CARVIN)

Have you ever
Have you ever been alone
If you've never
If you've never had a home
Take old man Jack beside you
Wherever you may roam

Drown your sorrows
Don't you let them get you down
Forget tomorrow
And wipe away that frown
You can relax and take it easy
When gentleman Jack is hangin' round

Now old Jack don't ask no questions
But he'll ease your worried mind
He will release you from your demons
And leave them far behind

So when your leavin'
To rest your weary head in heaven
Don't be greavin'
Just take along old No. 7
With old J.D. beside you
There ain't nothin' you can't do

MOTORCYCLE RIDER
(J.CARVIN)

He's a man of means
Stradlin' a shiny machine
Grease and sweat, gasoline
That mutha sure looks mean
With his leather club colours and bad attitude
If your messin' with him you'll get beaten and bruised
If you see him comin' just let him through
He ain't got no business with you

Motorcycle rider he's the king of the road
Freedom from the shackles of societies load
Motorcycle rider feels the wind in his face
Motorcycle rider

Well he's down with the boys
Makin' a whole lot of noise
See the girls on the stage
God help 'em if they're under age
Cruisin' down the road another time and place
Don't ever tell him he's a god damn disgrace
If you ask his old lady to show her tattoos
Your two front teeth your goin' to lose

Motorcycle rider he's the king of the road
Freedom from the shackles of societies load
Motorcycle rider feels the wind in his face
Motorcycle rider

Hey what you lookin' at huh?

Motorcycle rider he's the king of the road
Freedom from the shackles of societies load
Motorcycle rider feels the wind in his face
Motorcycle rider

MIDNIGHT RAMBLING
(J.CARVIN)

Standin' on the corner underneath the old street light
Image of perfection I was taken by the sight
Baby let's go to a joint downtown
Be some rockin' and the band is playin' loud
Don't hesitate just take my hand
I'm goin' to take you to the promised land

Midnight ramblin' from town to town
Women and whiskey bring my resistance down
Midnight ramblin' I'm on the run
Keep my eyes open I'll come undone yeah

Later in the evenin' when my eyes were turnin' red
Felt the cold steel barrel of a gun against my head
Said it's your money or your life
Saw the flash right before my eyes
Gun shot blast make a shatterin' sound
Next thing the policemen comin' around

Midnight ramblin' from town to town
Women and whiskey bring my resistance down
Midnight ramblin' I'm on the run
Never thought I'd come undone yeah

Sittin' in this cold dark cell
Never thought I'd ever wind up in this hell
Judge said guilty in the third degree
Now this noose is hangin' over me

Midnight ramblin' from town to town
Women and whiskey bring my resistance down
Midnight ramblin' I'm on the run
Now I know I've come undone yeah

Well I'm a ramblin' man
I ramble anytime baby
Now I'm doin' time for my crime