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Released: August 1975
Produced by Leo Lyons 1975
Recorded at Morgan Studios, London and Wessex Sound Studios, London
Line-up:
Michael Schenker - Guitars
Phil Mogg - Vocals
Pete Way - Bass
Andy Parker - Drums
Total running time: 38:03
(Music : Michael Schenker/Lyrics: Phill Mogg) 3:54
Cold wide sweet highway was the place where we'd all go
Went out like a razor sharp and we'd all let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll, let it go
Let it roll
She'd skid up, and we really let it down
Layin' it out, let it roll
When these wheels get rollin'
Let 'em roll right over you
The time will be sound
and I'll always put it through
Let it roll, let it roll
Let it roll
She'd skid up, and we really let it down
Layin' it out, let it roll
Cold wide sweet highway was the place where we'd all go
Went out like a razor sharp and we'd all let it roll
Let it roll
Let it roll, let it go
Let it roll
She'd skid up, and we really let it down
Layin' it out, let it roll
(Schenker/Mogg/Way/Parker) 3:35
Was a fast tough woman, loved to play the clown
You won't do nothin' about it, Break a good boy's resistance down
You know she's got a pistol, Laid it down for real
She said, shoot, shoot, shoot it boy
You gotta shoot it for me
Convinced me that she was worth it
Never knew I was her kill
And two 45's would do the trick and pay the bills
You know she's got a pistol
Laid it down on me
And she said, shoot, shoot, shoot it boy
You gotta shoot it for me
I've really got to get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here, Gotta get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here now
Holing out in my hotel room, police they finally come
And here is the prosecution,and my print's upon the gun
You know she's got a pistol, Laid it down for real
She said, shoot, shoot, shoot it boy
You gotta shoot it for me
I've really got to get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here, Gotta get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here now
(Music : Michael Schenker/Lyrics: Phill Mogg) 4:03
High flyers, wheelin' birds
I'm so far out to sea
Ships are passing every night
Oh, all my boyish dreams
And you're every melody
With the sea tides tossing' free
Never, never holdin' back
Rock and rollers drift by
Turn to summer, goes so fast
Seems I'll never see you
One weak hand and a photograph
Oh, all my boyish dreams
And you're every melody
With the sea tides tossing' free
Never, never holdin' back
Rock and rollers drift by
(Music : Michael Schenker/Lyrics: Phill Mogg) 3:19
Saturday night, all alone
Lookin' for some thrills
Try to catch the bands last song
Back stage pass really showin' off
Feel that's where I belong
Sittin' down, all big stars at the bar
I really have a rock vocation
Momopemania, schizophrenia
Rise to any situation
Of old lost love, where will you go
When the show is over
Nobody wants to know
We need to feel something that's real
Cause you're losin' from the start, So be careful with your heart
Papa's in the next bed and they're dancin' cheek to cheek
And I understand their hot wire conversation
Yes, you're pretty, who needs a pretty face
With a hot lips reputation
(Mogg / Way) 5:15
Lady loved to hang on
Lady liked a real intellectual
Sweet sister, you're still shaking
And your tragedy is never ending
Silver shoes you're wearing
Every window that you've ever stared in
Over my head, over my head
Sidewalks of the city
And every theater there you've ever played
Your comic book impersonations
Your wish for cinder embers to keep
Over my head, so it's all
Out in the streets for just one more matinee
Yes, your vaudeville carries on
So put a smile in front your man can see
Yes, your Vaudeville carries on
(Schenker/Mogg/Way/Parker) 3:47
Try and make some changes really on the line
Given your religion, never ever time
All the jokers laughing, queens upon the floor
Don't misunderstand it, baby needs some more
Lovin' up to ransom, weapon and a gun
Just your education, hard to understand
Will the teenage legend make a mark on you
Make a big time status, then we run them through
Mother Mary, could you ever really feel the same
And would you try to understand a wild colonial boy
(Music / Lyrics: Pete Way) 3:59
I really tried my hardest just to make you understand
It feels like to a boy, when he don't feel like a man
But you gave me so much money And you would not understand
I realize I hurt you, so I stay just as I am
But the whole world keeps on turnin'
Yeah, the whole world keeps on turnin'
But the whole world keeps on turnin' I just roll along
There's been one too many mornings
And one too many years
Once went by the big ones
who just can't take the pace
We found it out the hard way I hope you understand
That life is just my head
And I had an overdose
But the whole world keeps on turnin'
Yeah, the whole world keeps on turnin'
But the whole world keeps on turnin' I just roll along
I used to try, I used to try
Used to cry, oh I used to cry
(Music : Michael Schenker/Lyrics: Phill Mogg) 3:30
Give a dance band competition foxtrotting with my girl
Dance, dance, dance all night
Dance your life away
I hear razzle dazzle, the session is the trouble
Dance, dance, dance all night
Dance your life away
There I was on the floor and twenty partners left
Dance, dance, dance all night Dance your life away
Feel so tired it must be a week, Nearly on my knees
Dance, dance, dance all night
Dance your life away
California, you always seem to have the sun
But I never really got near to it
And to turn your hand to anything you know
Just to try it
(Music : Michael Schenker/Lyrics: Phill Mogg - Michael Schenker) 6:16
Kid's gettin' tired of hangin' around
So cocksure, thinkin' aloud
Can't get it in when you can't get it out
Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt
You can't stop a train with just a smile
Stop bein' the star only for a while
Hole in my pocket and a hole in my arm
All that's left when life's lost it's charm
This could be for us just any other day
So come on girl, we really got to get away
It's the only chance you'll ever have to take
Stayin' in this city will drive you insane
Kid's gettin' tired of hangin' around
So cocksure, thinkin' aloud
Can't get it in when you can't get it out
Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt
Can't win or lose
when there's little left to choose
Now till next year it'll always be the same
These black back streets
and people who don't know your name
Go with the wind if it'll only carry us away