G    Am7          G 

I don't want you to be high 

D                  Am7           G 

I don't want you to be down 

G                      Am7           G 

Don't want to tell you no lies 

D                       Am7     G 

Just want you to be a-round 

 

Am                            E7          Am 

Please come right up to my ears 

Bm               C          G                  D 

You will be able to hear what I say 

G                         Am7         G
This Is Our Home Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah …..Oh!
Yeah Yeah Yeah …..Ah! 
You know that this is our new home
This place is sacred to the bone
Don't put us up against the wall
You know that this is our home 

I'd like to call this place my own
To pl
 

Don't want you out in my world 

D                   Am                    G 

Just you be my backstreet girl 

 

G                          Am7           G 

Please don't be part of my life 

D               Am7            G 

Please keep your-self to your-self 

G                             Am7          G 

Please don't you bother my wife 

D                      Am7               G 

That way you won't get no help 

 

Am               E7               Am 

Don't
Dead End Boys Lyrics



Kids standing in the streets
Angry faces and weapons on their feet
Broken step broken bottles on the ground
Tension's thick you can feel it all around

A bottle flies someone falls to the ground
There's a pool of blood an
 try to ride on my horse 

Bm                   C                      G                  D 

You're rather common and coarse any-way 

G                         Am7         G 

Don't want you out in my world 

D                   Am                    G 

Just you be my backstreet girl 

 

G                     Am7          G 

Please don't call me at home 

D           Am7              G 

Please don't come come knocking at night 

G                      Am7            G 

In The Name Of God Lyrics

He summons those who are standing
On the sideline of our society.
Those who have lost their way.
His behaviour feigns the noble heart
But inside is the thirst for might and profit.

He acts in the name of god
The one he's never
Please never ring on the phone 

          D                     Am7            G 

Your manners are never quite right 

 

 

Am                       E7         Am 

Please take the favors I grant 

Bm               C        G         D 

Curtsy and look noncha-lant just for me 

G                         Am7           G 

Don't want you part of my world 

D                  Am7                   G 

Just you be my backstreet girl 

 

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