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Mr. Bad Example
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Finishing Touches
Suzie Lightning
Model Citizen
Angel Dressed In Black
Mr. Bad Example
Renegade
Heartache Spoken Here
Quite Ugly One Morning
Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
Searching For A Heart


Finishing Touches
Written by Warren Zevon 1991 Zevon Music
administered by Warner-Tamberlane Publishing Corp. BMI

I'm getting tired of you
You're getting tired of me
And it's the final act
Of our little tragedy
So don't feign indignation
It's a fait accompli
You can screw everybody I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phone
It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die
We can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on me

You say it's all my fault
Who's keeping score?
Some people like to be punished
They keep coming back for more
But I'm sick & tired
And my cock is sore
You can screw everybody
I've ever known
But I still won't talk to you on the phone
It's a hopeless cause--there's no use crying
And I can die, you can die
We can die trying
Thanks anyway, no use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on me

Thanks anyway
No use hangin' around
You try to put the finishing touches on me
Thanks anyway . . .
Finishing touches, finishing touches on me

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Suzie Lightning
written by Warren Zevon1991 Zevon Music

She only sleeps on planes
She's tired of going nowhere
She's in Yugoslavia
Working in a miniseries

Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie lightning
I need a girl from earth

She's in Hungary
She sends post cards home
Does she think of me?
I'm in Hollywood

Suzie Lightning
Takes no prisoners
Suzie Lightning

No use crying about it
No use trying to hold on
She lights up the sky
Then she's gone

She don't have time for love
She don't need me now
Can't she see I'm burning up
Burning down, burning out

Suzie Lightning
I built a world for her
Suzie Lightning
I need a girl from earth

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Model Citizen
by Warren Zevon/Waddy Wachtel/Leroy P. Marinell
c. 1991 Zevon Music/BMI

Don't bring the milk in
Leave it on the porch
Don't read the papers
Don't mow the lawn no more
Drive to the market
At the break of dawn
Watch 'em unload the produce
Then ride right back home

It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen

Torment the mailman
Terrorize the maid
Try to teach 'em some manners
Whip 'em into shape
Down in the basement
I've got a Craftsman lathe
Show it to the children
When they misbehave

It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen

I'm a law-abiding man
I'm a good Samaritan
I pay my taxes when I can
Model citizen

In the cool of the evening
When the sun goes down
My wife's playing canasta
With everyone in town

When I feel the pressure
And I need a break
Load up the Winnebago
Drive it in the lake

It's the white man's burden
And it weighs a ton
I'm a family man
Model citizen

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Angel Dressed In Black
written by Warren Zevon, Waddy Wachtel, and Julia Mueller
1991 Zevon Music/Leadsheetland BMI

Sitting on the sofa
Suckin' a bowl of crack
Thinkin' to myself about my
Angel dressed in black

I know she went out hours ago
I hope she's coming back
So I wait here patiently for my
Angel dressed in black

I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain

I wish she'd come home right now
So we could interact
I've got a big surprise for her
My angel dressed in black

My little angel
She's the Queen of Downtown
She gets around town
My angel dressed in black

I'm getting kind of paranoid
I'm going off the track
I'm starting to hallucinate my
Angel dressed in black

She might have been arrested
She might have been arrested
She might be lying dead somewhere
My angel dressed in black

I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain
I don't want to go out in the rain

Sitting on the sofa
Suckin' a bowl of crack
Thinkin' to myself about my
Angel dressed in black

My little angel
She's the Queen of Downtown
She gets around town
My angel dressed in black

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Mr. Bad Example
Written By Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon
c. 1991, Zevon Music,
administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp./Googolplex Music BMI

I started as an alter boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called

Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

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Renegade
written by Warren Zevon 1991 Zevon Music BMI

Some prayers never reach the sky
Some wounds never heal
They still say someday the South will rise
Man, I want to see that deal

I don't want to grow old gracefully
I don't want to go 'til it's too late I'll
be some old man in the road somewhere
Kneeling down in the dust by the side of the Interstate

I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days
I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days

We were hopelessly outnumbered
It was a lost cause all along
But when we heard the bugles call
We swore we'd stand or fall together right or wrong

We ain't seen no reconstruction here
Just the scorched earth all around
And the high school band played "Dixieland"
While they tore our tattered flags and banners down

I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days
I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days

Some prayers never reach the sky
Some wars never end
Some dreams refuse to die
Next time I would rather break than bend

I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days
I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days

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Heartache Spoken Here
Written By Warren Zevon
c. 1991, Zevon Music,
administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp.BMI

When I was young
The sky was filled with stars
I watched them burn out one by one
I've had my share
Of disappointing love affairs
And I'm no stranger to disillusionment
Little darlin'
If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand

Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here

A house of cards  
A castle made of sand
Don't take much to blow away
Rows and rows
Of broken hearts and broken homes
So much sadness, you see it every day
Little darlin' If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand

Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Well, heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here

I know it hurts so
When the one you love don't need you
I know the sorrow
That a reckless heart can lead to

Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here

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(Dwight Yoakam sings harmony on this one)


Quite Ugly One Morning
by Warren Zevon c. 1991 Zevon Music/BMI

Don't the sky look funny
Don't it look kinda chewed-on like
Don't you feel like running
Don't you feel like running from the dawn's early light

Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light

Don't you feel kind of funny
Don't you feel kind of funny inside
When you feel like laughing
And everybody tells you you ought to be crying

Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right
Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right

From dawn to sundown
It's a long, long way
And it's a hollow triumph
When you make it to the bottom of another day
There's a fever rising
When the evening comes
And when the battle's over
There'll be nothing left but the sound of drums

Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
Just a flash of light

Quite ugly one morning
We all said goodnight
It came without a warning
But it was quite all right

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Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead
Written By LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
c. 1991 Zevon Music administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp
LeadsheetlandBMI/Tiny Tunes ASCAP

I called up my friend LeRoy on the phone
I said, Buddy, I'm afraid to be alone
'Cause I got some weird ideas in my head
About things to do in Denver when you're dead

I was working on a steak the other day
And I saw Waddy in the Rattlesnake Cafe
Dressed in black, tossing back a shot of rye
Finding things to do in Denver when you die

You won't need a cab to find a priest
Maybe you should find a place to stay
Some place where they never change the sheets
And you just roll around Denver all day

LeRoy says there's something you should know
Not everybody has a place to go
And home is just a place to hang your head
And dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead

You won't need a cab to find a priest
Maybe you should find a place to stay
Some place where they never change the sheets
And you just roll around Denver all day
You just roll around Denver all day

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Searching For A Heart
written by Warren Zevon 1991
Donna Dijon Music Publications/Zevon Music BMI

Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart

Searching high and low for you
Trying to track you down
Certain individuals
Have finally come around

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car

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