Powers That Be |
Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll comes
out of
chaos and a song called "The Powers that Be"...
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers
that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The
powers that be
The powers that be
They like a tough game, no rules
Some
you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be
free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof Cadillac
Air
conditioned, gold taps,
Back seat gun rack, platinum hubcaps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
Nice car
Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos,
star wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come,
You
better run run
You better run on home
You better run run
You better
run on home
Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera
right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on
home
You better run run
You better run on home
Run home
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers that be
The powers
that be
The powers that be…
They like treats, tricks, carrots and
sticks
They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing
And
blacked-out vans
Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or
glory
They love a good story
They love a good story
Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap
opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too
late
You better run run
You better run on home
You better run run
You
better run on home
You better run run
You better run on home
You
better run run
You better run on home
You better run run
You better
run on home
You better run run
You better run on home
You better run
Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great
Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one
pink snapper and your
Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under
the
console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches
four
sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no
red
snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant
return of the fish
report with a beat.