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Road To Birmingham - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men. Many hears, the helpless tears that leave the troubled brow A man once tall, he fought"

It Takes One To Know One - Mott The Hoople

"(Dale Griffin) Well, didya ever get the feelin' that the world ain't right? Like when you're standing in the dance-hall someone picks a fight He says, "Hey, c'mere long-hair I saw ya lookin' at my"

Momma's Little Jewel - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter/Overend Watts) Momma's little jewel just out of school fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try to re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel you got the rules but"

Get Rich Quick - Mott The Hoople

"(Overend Watts) They never said when I was back in school I had ability They pushed me on and now I'm aiming for the top and that's my prophesy Better start backing away I got such a ? on me I wanna"

Lay Down - Mott The Hoople

"(Safka) We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile"

Movin' On - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs) Well I get up in the morning and it's just another day Pack up my belongings cause I gotta get away Jump into a taxi and the time is getting tight Heading for the airport cause I got a show"

Growin' Man Blues - Mott The Hoople

"(All right, come on now) Well it's sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the north end road I been around, the curtains were"

Growing Man Blues - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) (All right, come on now) Well it's Sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the North End Road I been around, the curtains"

Angel Of Eighth Avenue - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning. Somewhere"

Crash Street Kidds - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash"

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