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(1988) |
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| The Evil That Men Do | ||
| Prowler '88 | ||
| Charlotte The Harlot '88 |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade |
| Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence |
| But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud |
| I would bleed for her, if I could see her now |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems |
| The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me |
| And I will pray for you, some day I may return |
| I would die for you, beyond is where I learn |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
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(Harris) |
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Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty |
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I've just got to find my way |
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See the ladies flashing, all their legs and lashes |
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I've just got to find my way |
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Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide |
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What you seeing girl? |
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Can't you believe that feeling |
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Can't you believe it |
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Can't you believe your eyes? |
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It's the real thing girl |
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Got me feeling myself, and reeling around |
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Got me talking, but feel like walking around |
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I'm on my way |
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(Murray) |
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Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying? |
| Charlotte you're so refined, when you take all the love that they're giving |
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Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after? |
| Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all their laughter? |
| Charlotte the harlot show me your leg |
| Charlotte the harlot take me to bed |
| Charlotte the harlot let me see blood |
| Charlotte the harlot let me see love |
| There was a time when you left me standing there, picking up pieces of love from the floor |
| Well Charlotte you left me alone in there, to make your ends as a bloody whore |
| Well Charlotte you told me you loved me true, picking up pieces of love yesterday |
| Well Charlotte your drawers are off colour too, 'cause you're making love all day |
| Taking so many men to your room don't you feel no remorse |
| You charge them only a fiver for starters, and ten the main course |
| You've got no feelings, they died long ago |
| Don't you care who you let in, don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving |
| Charlotte the harlot show me your leg |
| Charlotte the harlot take me to bed |
| Charlotte the harlot let me see blood |
| Charlotte the harlot let me see love |