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Revenge Will Come

 

Words & Music By Greg Copeland

(thanks to my friend Claude for typing the lyrics off the LP sinner sleeve!)

 

Side 1Used * Starting Place * Full Cleveland * Eagleston * That'll Never Be the Same

Side 2: Richard Hill * At the Warfield * Wrong HighwayEl Salvador * Revenge Will Come

 

 

SIDE ONE

1 - USED

I know a man who got rich owning tenements

Some day the devilís going to raise his rent

Thatís alright

I hope they make him pay

for every burned-out husband

he ever drove away

 

Limousine on the runway

shiny and long

Somebodyís been doing somebody wrong

Thatís alright

Ah, donít it shine

Just to spit on the fender

does good to this heart of mine

 

Iíve been used

by soft-handed takes

and used

by the good life makers

and used

by their cold title promises too

Iíve been used

by everything I was counting on

Used

since I was a child Babylon

Used

but now some change is overdue

I donít want to use you

 

There ainít no bridge itís just a battle line dawn

between Mother nature and every manís son

Thatís alright

We keep making it pay

We go helping ourselves

Weíre raping the world that way

 

Iíve been used

by liars and takers

And used

by the bad luck makers

And used

by their cold little promises too

Iíve been used

by everything i was counting on

Used

I turn my back on Babylon

Used

but i know this one thingís true

i donít want to use you

 

Order in the courtroom judges on trial

Order them a cake with a knife and a file

Thatís alright

Let them go

Theyíve got to die sometime

and prison time moves slow  

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2 - STARTING PLACE

Iím looking for no trouble, baby,

Iím not looking for a wife

Iíve had both of those already, baby,

In my life

I do want to go to heaven

And I donít know what that is

You donít want to talk about it

But I can feel it when we kiss

Iíll tell you anyway

Just in case

 

Once I was a foot at heart

I was a man at everything

I killed an angel for her precious wings

and everytime I could get some love

I put it right back in my arm

I guess itís true, baby,

Thereís no refuge in the storm

Thatís for another time

And another space

Oh baby will you be my starting place

 

Iíd rather be a dead man

Pennies on my eyes

Than to see you walking with another guy

We donít keep our beauty, baby,

We donít keep our youth

Any man can tell a lie

But that wonít change the truth

So take my past

I will love you to my one last trace

Oh baby will you be my my starting place

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3 Ė FULL CLEVELAND

You think Iím insane

Youíve got that clean suburbian brain

Full Cleveland

Full Cleveland

 

Looking out for number One

Donít you see what that has done

Full Cleveland

Full Cleveland

 

You try to change but thatís too tough

You canít buy us

And you canít kiss us off

Weíre going to hound you to the end of time

Thereís blood all over the bottom line

Money, child, thatís where itís at

You go tell Karen Silkwood that

 

White Belt

White shoes

White guilt

The white blues

Full Cleveland

Full Cleveland

 

Tell me what itís all about

Get rich, boy,

Get leisured out

Money, money right from the start

I canít get the poison from the pit of my heart

Money, child, gets hold of your soul

Youíd just kill to let the good times roll

 

White Belt

White shoes

White guilt

The white blues

Full Cleveland

Full Cleveland

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4 Ė EAGLESTON

Distance and boredom dragging you down

Nowhere to go but an Air Force town

Nowhere to heal these feelings in you

Nowhere to hide when the medicine came through

 

Fire on the water

Fear in the land

Gather ye children the time is at hand

Any ten dollar bill

and you can fly like the dove

from Eagleston, Texas, to somewhere you love

 

Women and wages and killing your time

Helping your friends cross the Mexican line

Nights like a family

There are plenty of those

Ďtil the end of September when the packhouses close

 

Then thereís time for the railroads

and time for the planes

Time for those feelings thatíll never get names

Time when you old back

And time when you try

Ďtill the time when you finally just tie off and cry

And itís gone like the innocents caught in the flood

Gone like the money all into my blood

Gone like the lives that the weather has won

Out in the fields of Eagleston

 

Satan the devil

Heís got hundreds of names

Africaís hungry

Asiaís in flames

Nobody cares what the devil has done

Out in the trailers in Eagleston

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5 Ė THATíLL NEVER BE THE SAME

Iíve got a story here

Iím calling it the Foolsí King

Ďcause itíd take a fool

to treat you like a plaything, baby,

This is how it goes

 

A womanís love is like the diamonds in a penthouse

A womanís heart is like diamonds in a roadhouse, baby,

Any  schoolboy knows

 

It doesnít matter if you win or lose, no,

love is a ball and chain

Youíve got to stop

To either pledge your time

Or go home to the street again

 

But that was back then, baby,

And if any truth can heal things

I know my love was nothing like the real thing, baby,

So iíd like to say

 

Thatíall never be the same

Now that the bitter part has come

And I can tell I only have myself to blame

It was all because

of the way may my love was

before the change in me

and thatíll never be

no thatíll never be the same

 

Love like a river

Sorrow like the sea

Love like a river

Sorrow like the sea

Everywhere I look I see your face

Turn away from me

 

Diamond on the table

Know how deep it starts

Diamond on the table

Know how deep it starts

Deep down in jealousy

Can cut a young manís heart

 

But now that the past is almost gone

And every unkind word repaid

And I can tell that any love the strong

Can never be betrayed

Darling donít feel bad

Ďcause of what some fools might have said

Ďcause when it all is said  and done

Youíre the one who spent the nights away

But I was the faithless one

 

And I know thatíll never be the same

Now that the bitter part has come

And I can tell I only have myself to blame

It was all because

of the way may my love was

before the change in me

and thatíll never be

no thatíll never be the same

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SIDE TWO

 

1 Ė RICHARD HILL

My father was a kind man

From the western states

He could buy and sell

And he made his way

 

Gunned down

Ďcause he would carry cash

I left my mother and my sister

And I went after killerís ass

 

I followed him down to Houston

It was my first time south

I seen him in a restaurant

And we played it out

 

I shot him down at the table, son

No confusion in what we done

Say hello to everyone

My name is Richard Hill

 

I rode out like Lucifer

North at night

By day I dreamed I died

In the arms of Christ

 

I seen the lights in Huntsville

But I dared not stop

I rode on toward Palestine

When the wind let up

 

Long nights in the wind and pine

Salvation in mind

Your little prisonís wasting time

on Richard Hill

 

I rode hard toward Tyler

And my loved one there

She said letís run, run, run away

Never come back here

 

I told her baby, baby,

Iíve got to fear for you

She said thereís nothing west of Hillsboro, baby,

But what we do

 

We filled our glasses to the brim

And she sang me a Mexican hymn

Now Iíd like to sing it once again

For Richard Hill

 

These desert roads

Theyíre the streets of Zion

But this heart is deaf and blind

Fare-thee-well

And Hallelujah

Take this heart, Lord,

Leave my life behind

 

Come all ye Christian children

This has come to pass somehow

God has come to banish Satan

All men are homeless now

All men are homeless now

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2 Ė AT THE WARFIELD

Youíve got trouble with your memories

Trouble with your name

You die from dope or a heart attack

They both turn out the same

First there comes an angel

puts you the test

You burn away the future or you burn away the past

and then the crowd hears your condition

Itís crazy how a man can sound

 

Heíll tell you all about the hunter

who set the hound-dog on his pride

all about the contacts

and how they blur you deep inside

then the man gives back his whole life

just to try to hit his stride

at the Warfield

at the Warfield

and we tend to put him down

but I think the King was back in town

at the Warfield

 

There were tickets on the sidewalk

there were more inside the cage

First the truth is an illusion

now the truth is on the stage

Power to the prisoners soaking up the sin

Power to the preachers

when they go to face their Lord again

I said the man heís got ambition

let him tell me what he has to say

He said letís just strip away this flesh and blood

down to the very soul

Nobody knows a thing about whoís really in control

Now me and Mona Lisa

Weíre gonna sing some rock and roll

at the Warfield

at the Warfield

and we tend to put him down

 

I tried to live in Hollywood

Now Iím trying to live it down

I tried to live in Washington

But that was a military town

Where one man needs a dealer

Another needs a bride

Another needs a saviour Ďcause he canít be pacified

When you get weary in the darkness

Jesus gonna move that stone

Then he said when youíre really all alone

Youíve got to bargain with a cheat

This is where the romance and the real world meet

So fuck this desolation

Letís go dancing in the street

at the Warfield

at the Warfield

and we tend to put him down

I think the King was back in town

at the warfield

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3 Ė WRONG HIGHWAY

You were born on T.V.

Raised at the Alamo

You donít want to go to jail

But every payday comes so slow

You wifeís in her prime

Your girlfriendís got a ways to go

Youíve got the little white pills

The little white pills

And a whole Ďnother night of those

Green and white signs that say

Youíve got the night destination

Youíve got the wrong highway

 

One night your baby leaves you crying

And the tears donít stop

The she comes back in the morning

She gives you kisses for every teardrop

Youíre like some teen-age Jesus

Working at the cross shop

Youíve got your little white pills

Your little white lies

You get your tires on sale

Youíve got your life on lay-away

Youíve got the right destination

Youíve got the wrong highway

 

They taught you all about the jungle

And they taugh you how to lead your kill

Now just the touch of your baby

Makes the rest of this world unreal

And youíve got no more words

For the way you feel

So you take your little white pills

Your little white lies

Ďtil you hit the skipper beat

Deep in the heart or the U.S.A.

Youíve got the right destination

Youíve got the wrong highway

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4 Ė EL SALVADOR

Now that the city in dreaming

Viva the pale moonlight

Take to your Bibles

Take to your beds

Now that nothing seems right

 

National Guardsmen paid by the week

Are going to clash in the curfew tonight

With Los CompaŮeros

Born in the war

From Belfast to San Salvador

 

A voice from the past comes a calling

Saying hold every strong heart dear

These are the days when it seems like thereís nothing

But newspaper, order and fear

 

Praise for the ones who are buried and gone

And the strong hearts who just disappear

Los CompaŮeros

Born in the war

From Warsaw to San Salvador

 

What have you got to do to get through

Theyíre deaf as a graveyard

What did Nicaragua say to you

 

Think of the midnight silver and black

Think if the sun can be fooled

Think of the four sisters shot in the back

For holding a land-reform school

 

Think of the ones taking heart in the hills

They can be beaten but they can never be ruled

Los CampaŮeros

Born in the war

Viva El Salvador

Los CampaŮeros

Born in the war

Viva El Salvador

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5 Ė REVENGE WILL COME

Rich man comes

Makes money on the gun and knife

Rich Manís slaves

Theyíve got their hands all around your life

Youíre just a child but you feel complete

When you learn to hate on a Trenchtown street

Revenge will come

Revenge will come

Revenge will come for every child kept down

 

I seen a woman downtown

Angel in a restless place

Outrageous legs

And her childhood all across her face

You with your hundred dollar bills unfurled

Youíre the whores in the Trenchtown world

Revenge will come

Revenge will come

Revenge will come for every child kept down

 

All men are brothers

You lay down your pride and pray

You must try and try

But your love is just worn away

Rifles on a moonlight drive

Restitution for a Trenchtown life

Revenge will come

Revenge will come

Revenge will come for every child kept down

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(c) Greg Copeland