Hungry is my state of mind Bad love left me high and dry World is getting hotter Lead me to the water You know I need some Ah ah would you kill for your own that's how I feel in my bones Aye la la lions going rah rah And you pray you're not prey Everyday, everyday yeah I can't see the world that you want me to see I won't be the man that you want me to be Darkness creeping late at night Knows just how to talk to me when I'm tired Feeding on my weakness Planted in the season when I was so young Would you kill for your own that's how I feel in my bones Aye la la lions going rah rah And you pray you're not prey Everyday, everyday yeah I can't see the world that you want me to see I won't be the man that you want me to be I won't let the devil get over But when the water's boiled up and the pot starts to burn You start to understand the man Oooh, yeah

Oh them lions they can eat my body But they can't swallow my soul, no no no They keep on trying to crash my party But they can't get control, no no no No way, baby, uh-uh (no, no no) Satan prowls like a roaring lion (no no no no) Seeking whom he will devour, yeah but (no no no no no) Yet I know that though he keeps on trying Yeah well he's no match for Jesus' power, baby Oh them lions they can eat my body But they can't swallow my soul, no no no They keep on trying to crash my party But they can't get control, no no No way, baby, uh-uh (no, no no) No way, baby, uh-uh (no, no, no) Even demons believe and tremble (no no no no) But they try to ruin your life the same (no no no no no) Yet I know that when the saint assemble Satan runs at every sign of Jesus' name, oh baby Satan prowls like a roaring lion (no no no no) Seeking whom he will devour (no no no no no) Yet I know that though he keeps on trying Yeah well he's no match for Jesus' power, baby Oh them lions they can eat my body But they can't swallow my soul, no no no They keep on trying to crash my party But they can't get control, no no No lions (no no no no no) Yeah lions No lions Yeah lions Oh them lions, they can eat my body But they just cannot swallow my soul, oh no Yeah those lions They just can't get control, no no no Oh them lions they can eat my body But they can't swallow my soul, no no no They keep on trying to crash my party But they can't get control, no no, no no!

Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues I can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah Oh, yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV It's nothing but the same old news Well, they can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Alright, yeah, blues Blues Oh yeah Blues Alright

I seen a girl on a one-way corridor Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes Queen rollerball And enchanté, what can I say? Don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips Says, "Toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck grease her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night Sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communiqué You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he can talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Communication