LIVE COVER LYRICS
BORN TO BE WILD
(Bonfire)
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
Whatever comes our way
Chorus 1:
Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of the guns at once and
Explode into space
I like smoke and lightnin'
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
-Chorus 1-
Chorus 2:
Like a true nature's child
We were born to be wild
Climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild
-Verse 1-
-Chorus 1-
-Chorus 2-
Born to be wild!
(I'M NOT YOUR) STEPPIN' STONE
(Boyce, Hart)
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
I ain't no steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
When I first met you, you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
I I I I I'm not your steppin' stone
I ain't no steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
SLAVE TO THE GRIND
(Bach, Bolan, Snake)
You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside the rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no
The noose gets tighter around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope
Chorus 1:
'Cause I won't be the one left behind
Can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world if you're slave to the grind.
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words 'cause I'm history.
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy to get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
-Chorus 1-
I said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
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