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I’m like a rocket on a jet pack
Full steam, keep it on the tracks
Get your thrills or your money back
Put your spine outta wack
I knock ‘em out like Amazon
I don’t know where they’re coming from
Hitting hard as a nail gun
Hot rivets, here’s another one
I’m like a bullet train on a speed pill
Or Franz Klammer going fast down hill
I’m a sucker for a cheap thrill
Maybe sometimes just a little overkill
I’m more wired than a power grid
It’s way better than I ever did
I’m on an all-time high
Light the fuse and watch me fly
I’m like a bullet train on a speed pill
Had enough of the sweet stuff
Fast and loose, gonna turn it up
A supersonic juggernaut
This rhyme was an afterthought
You know I’m halfway into next week
Gonna scream it ‘til I can’t speak
Bite your arse like a rattlesnake
Shake my head ‘til my neck breaks
I’m like a bullet train on a speed pill
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2. |
Critical Mass
04:01
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Give me a reason to love you
I’ll give you reasons to stay
I’ll lay my cards on the table
If you got something to say
We got nothing to lose
Put it all in the past
We gotta make this bomb stable
We’re reaching critical mass
We’re heading for a meltdown
Gotta turn this thing around
Critical mass
Got no time to waste
The clock is ticking fast
We both know
It’s gonna implode
So, it’s time to get talking
Get it all off your chest
I don’t mind, I can take it
‘Cos I’m part of this mess
It’s a chain reaction
Waiting to blow
But I know we can stop it
If we go with the flow
We’re heading for a meltdown
Gotta turn this thing around
Critical mass
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3. |
Rollin’ Along
03:31
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I sing but I don’t know
The words or how the tune goes
All my life, been flying blind
I walk but I don’t leave
No footsteps behind me
There’s no trace in time or space
Was I wrong
To think that I was good enough
To make the grade, oh no
They must be soft in the brain
I laugh but I can’t see
The joke that is on me
I’m the fool, don’t play the rules
Always a pound short and a day late
Chances that I don’t take
They come and go, it’s the same old show
Was I wrong
To think that I ever had enough
To play the game, oh no
Now it’s a time for a change
So, I’m rollin’ along
Singing a song or two
Rollin’ ‘em long
And moving it on to you
Just keep laying ’em down
And passing out on the floor
I’m coming around
And I’m heading on out the door
I’m not hanging about
I’m taking it to the street
I’m doing it now
You know that I’m hard to beat
Time to turn it around
Ain’t faking it anymore
I’m going to town
Watch me knocking ‘em to the floor
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4. |
Kick It On Down The Road
03:24
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When I’m walking down the street
Tin can at my feet
I kick it, kick it on down the road
When you see a big bully putting on the hurt
Kick that sucker down in the dirt
You gotta kick it, kick it on down the road
When you’re sitting behind on my sickle seat
It’s a feeling that’s hard to beat
You say “kick it”
So I kick it and we’re ready to go
And when you don’t wanna do
What they want you to
So they build a wall right in front of you
You gotta kick it
Kick it hard and make it fall
Kick it, kick it on down the road
Kick it, kick it and we’re ready to go
Kick it, kick it like an old tin can
Kick it, kick it like a rockin’ band
If you’ve got a habit you just can’t break
It never gives and it only takes
You gotta kick it, kick it right out the door
And when it’s nil-nil with a minute to go
And it looks like they’re both gonna settle for a draw
I scream “kick it, kick it and give us a goal”
Kick it on down
Kick it I’m ready
Kick it on down the road
Kick it I’m ready
Kick it on down
Kick it I’m ready to go
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5. |
Bean Bag Boogie
02:15
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We could shimmy on the sofa
We could shake it on the floor
We could tango in the kitchen
Or up against the door
We could do the locomotion
Up and down the stairs
Or leave the windows open
Like we just don’t care
But the one thing I really wanna do
Is the bean bad boogie woogie with you
It’s a real old dance that’s back in style
So let’s see your moves now don’t be shy
In five minutes we’ll be in the groove
So dive right in, you know what to do
My lava lamp’s getting hot
C’mon baby give it all you got
I bet you will be flying
When you feel the polystyrene balls
You’ll give it nine or a ten
I know you’ll freak
When you here that squeak
You’ll say “c’mon babe, c’mon babe
C’mon baby let’s boogie again”
We could steam up the windows
In the back of my car
Or do it in the bushes down at the park
But none of those things gonna whip up my juice
Like the bean bag boogie with you
So c’mon, let’s do the boogie for two
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6. |
Monkey Show
03:46
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Late night out on the street
Down where the dreamers meet
On vogue with all the swag
Back alley with a nose bag
The taste of hope is sticky hot
They make the most of what they got
Winners and losers, they come and they go
Every week at the monkey show
Neon knights shimmer and gleam
Bad boys and queens of the scene
Little lambs waiting in line
Cool cats smoking with style
Biff bash and a kick in the nuts
Boom boom and the disco strut
Winners and losers, they come and they go
Every week at the monkey show
Tap tap, got plenty to say
Snap snap, got product to place
Racking up the likes and hoping for shares
Making connections but nobody cares
Winners and losers, they come and they go
Every week at the monkey show
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7. |
TT Racer
04:40
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Thirty-eight miles of terror
Drop the flag and go
Riding hell for leather
Bombing public roads
A test of nerves and speed
Chrome and screaming wheels
I’m a human missile
Like nowt you ever seen
Faster than a photon
My fate is in my hands
If you could see what I can see
You would pee your pants
I’m a TT Racer, watch me fly
They say, ”He’s crazy, he’s gonna die
He’s only inches from the wall”
I’m a TT Racer, I’m in full control
Everyone’s in danger
Everybody knows
There just might be carnage
Blood and broken bones
Flat out blind, throttle pinned
Chin on tank, I ride the wind
Two-hundred mile per hour
Hellhounds on my tail
My revolution counter
Is going off the scale
I’m a TT Racer, fast and clean
Flying high on adrenaline
Speed freak chaser and I aim to win
Ride the lightning, always on the brink
Cool behind my mirrored visor
No expression to be seen
Taking chances, devil dancing
At forty-five degrees
Coming up on Ballascary
Gotta get it right
I hold my breath and say a prayer
I make it round alright
Gotta watch the wheelies
Gotta make it home
I’m doing one eight five
In a forty zone
I’m a TT Racer, watch me fly
They say, ”He’s crazy, he’s gonna die
I’m a street torpedo on red hot wheels
I’m a TT Racer, I got balls of steel
TT Racer, fast and clean
Flying high on adrenaline
I’m only inches from the wall
I’m a TT Racer, I’m in full control
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8. |
Johnny Bullets
02:43
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Johnny Bullets, rock n roll
He never sold out but he sold his soul
He don’t care what you think
Jet black hair and fully inked
It ain’t no fashion and it ain’t no fad
He’s a walking legend and one cool dad
He’s harder than the NFL
Six-foot rocker, tame the hounds of hell
Go Johnny Bullets go
Johnny B loves rock n roll
He’s never been in a band
But let me tell you I’m his number one fan
Go Johnny Bullets go Johnny Bullets go
He walks it, he talks it, you know it’s the truth
When he strolls on by in his blue suede shoes
Got a padlock on a chain around his neck
But he’s nobody’s dog, you get what you get
He used to be down in the pits
But he got back up and shook off the shit
So go Johnny Bullets go
He fucking loves a line and a smoke
Got a ring in his lip and one in his nose
Go Johnny Bullets go Johnny Bullets
Go Johnny Bullets go Johnny Bullets go
If you ask he’ll tell you it straight
He’s a pool ace going for the eight
Balls to the wall, no holds barred
He says “we’re all in the gutter reaching for stars”
He’s seen them come and he’s seen them fall
He sprayed the writing on the walls
He’s still standing like a rock
Keeps on rolling and he’ll never stop
He only drinks JD and coke
Fucking cool and a really top bloke
Go Johnny Bullets go
Johnny B loves rock n roll
He’s never been in a band
But let me tell you I’m his number one fan
So go Johnny Bullets go
He fucking loves a line and a smoke
Some dickheads think it’s a wig
But he just laughs and takes another swig
Go Johnny Bullets go
Johnny B loves rock n roll
Johnny Bullets he’s my friend
And we’ll be tight ‘til the very end
Go Johnny Bullets go Johnny Bullets go
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9. |
Tennessee Honey
03:46
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She knocks me off my barseat
Every Saturday night
Kicks me into the gutter
We kiss beneath the streetlight
I love it when she’s humming
That sweet old southern song
Line ‘em up one more time
Bottoms up, she’s so fine
Woah Tennessee honey
You wreck my head but I don’t care
You crashed my car and you spent my money
But oh Tennessee honey I love you
Raise a glass to my Lynchburg lover
She always gives me a good time
Sparks me up like a live wire
Fills me full of fight and fire
And when we dance in the moonlight
I hold her all night long
Line ’em up one more round
Bottoms up, oh fuck
I say woah there Tennessee honey
You’re way too fast, come back girl
You knock me out and you waste my money
But oh Tennessee honey I love you
She treats me like a king
Then she throws me in the ditch
And when she runs right out on me
I get the stone-cold sweats
She gambles all the lot
Always losing all I got
She says “Line ’em up one more round
Bottoms up, we’re going down”
And when I wake up
She’s always by my side
I just can’t say no to her
True love is hard to find
She says “Come on baby
Let’s go for one more ride”
So line ‘em up one more time
Bottoms up, I’m going blind
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10. |
Jon E’s Good Advice
02:51
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Sometimes you feel dried out in the sun
Those times, you gotta keep the shit on the run
You gotta sit right down
Have a little think about it
It’s not easy
But you gotta believe it’s gonna get better
Don’t cry when the good times can’t be found
Fly high when the fuckers wanna nail you down
You gotta get right up
Kick a heap of shit about it
It’s not easy
But you gotta believe it’s gonna get better
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11. |
Sell the Devil Your Soul
03:32
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You’re making music and feeling good
On the street and in the mood
They can say you’re bang out of style
‘Cos that kind of sound ain’t been in for a while
But if you want it get right on it
Give’ em some old skool rock n roll
And if you feel it show you mean it
Just try not to sell the devil your soul
When I was young my teacher said
“Hey boy get those dreams out your head”
They’ll keep you down and make you a slave
If you don’t keep pushing from cradle to grave
So if you want it get right on it
Just try not to sell the devil your soul
Make a rhythm and add a rhyme
They go together
Like cigarettes and Thunderbird wine
You never know, you can never tell
What you just might find
At the bottom of the wishing well
Just try not to sell the devil your soul
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12. |
Stone Age Rock
04:04
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Long ago, way on back
In the days of the sabre tooth cat
They were laying down a heavy sound
Shaking the ground
100,000 years B.C.
They were pounding out a primal beat
Banging a skin, blowing a horn
That’s when rock n roll was born
They made the bedrock quake
The mountains shake
Stone Age Rock
They thought it was the ultimate high
The day they discovered fire
But then they found a mammoth groove
Enough to make the earth move
And all the cave boys and girls
Were digging it down at the Granite Club
It had the power to break the crust
They turned the place into rubble and dust
It made the bedrock quake
The mountains shake
Stone Age Rock
In the land that time forgot
When they were painting caves
With woolly Rhino and Mastodon
Someone had a brainwave
They stamped their foot and did it again
Pretty soon they all joined in
Howling along and clapping their hands
That day, rock n roll began
They made the bedrock quake
The mountains shake
Stone Age Rock
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Heavy Leg UK
Heavy Leg came together as virtual strangers in October 2020 to write and record 13 songs in 4 weeks. Holed up in rural
Scotland, they created the album "Headquake", inspired by classic heavy rock n roll and hard rock.
They re-grouped in early '21 to record their hard hitting second album "Get Up" then "Skulls" in May '22. The latest tour de force "STUN/KILL Double Live" was uncaged in late '23.
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