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| When I was six, I had my first lady When I was eight, my first drink When I was fourteen, I was speeding in the streets What could anybody say to me |

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| You can call me Mister, you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me |

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| I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to the people of New York City When I was thirty, my attitude was bad If I said differently it'd be a lie But there's some smarts you learn down in the street That a college education can't buy You can call me Mister, or you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me, oh I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to In front of the people at New York City |

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You can call me Mister, or you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me, hey I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people, I, I - I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to the people at New York City |

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| And I said, M, I, S-T-R-I-A-L, mistrial In front of all the people I said, M, I, S-T-R-I-A-L, mistrial In front of the people of New York City Mistrial ... the people of New York City I said mistrial ... M-I-S-T-R-I-A-L ...

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| I know you're disappointed In the way I handled things You're thinking I misread the times And acted cowardly And since what I do affects us both And you feel that I let you down |

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| You're paying a price when there's no price to pay |

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| Lovers trust, no money down |

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| You're paying a price when there's no price to pay |

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| It's a lover's trust, no money down |

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| (Hey, lovers) |

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| (Lovers) They say there's someone for everyone And for everyone a someone And some tattoo roses across their chests With a heart that says Rollo And some work without a public relations man And do their best work, babe, out of sight You're paying a price when there's no price to pay It's a lover's trust, no money down You're paying a price when there's no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down (Hey, lovers) (Hey, lovers) (lovers) Now I have known a hero or two And they all learn to swim through mud And they all got boots caked with dirty soles That they get from squashing bugs So when push comes to shove get the Harley revved up The moon can eclipse even the sun You're paying a price when there's no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there's no price to pay It's a lover's trust, no money down Lovers trust, no money down (Hey, lovers) It's a lover's trust, no money down (Hey, lovers) Mmm.. Lovers trust, no money down (Hey, hey, lovers) Lovers trust, no money down (Hey, hey, lovers) (Hey, hey, lovers) (Hey, hey, lovers) ...

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| ... Outside the world's a mindless child Outside Outside reflects the worst of styles Outside Inside when you're in my arms A mindless child is still to be born Inside, baby, when we come inside, ah Outside the politics of greed Outside Outside misbehavior seethes Outside Mindless repression dominates the street While I kneel down and kiss your feet Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside Outside they don't think they breed Outside Outside emotion determines need Outside Outside the world's a mindless child That we could bring to life in your arms Inside, baby, when we come inside Outside the politics of hate an greed Outside Outside the world's a mindless child Outside But when I hold you in my arms It's a mindless child that you want Inside, no matter 'bout the world outside Inside, a baby's what you want inside

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| I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say |

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| But please don't turn your back |

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| Sometimes I get so upset |

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| But I take it all back |

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| Please don't go, I know I was wrong |

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| Sometimes I don't know what comes over me |

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| But I try to remember Don't hurt a woman |

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| Don't hurt a woman I was angry, I said things I shouldn't say I must have lost control Sometimes something clicks in my head And I'm not myself anymore That wasn't me, you can't believe everything you see Let's make believe I never said a word |

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| And I'll try to remember Don't hurt a woman Try to remember Don't hurt a woman Try to remember Don't hurt a woman I'll try to remember Don't hurt a woman 'Cause I've been lovin' you so long

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The currents rage deep inside us This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Up in the morning, drinking his coffee Turns on the TV to some slasher movie Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty Painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na His heart is pounding he switches the channel Looking for something other than rape or murder Or beatings or torture but except for Walt Disney It's a twisted alliance, this age of video violence The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The current rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Down at his job, his boss sits there screaming If he loses his job, then life loses its meaning His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning He sits by the TV, watching Corvettes exploding 'cause The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence No age of reason landing upon us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Down at a bar some woman is topless She's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess While he shoves 5 dollars down her exotic panties The video jukebox is, ah, playing Madonna While just down the block at some local theater They're grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die The currents are deep and raging inside The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence No age of reason is landing upon us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Our good working stiff looks a whore in the eye Ties her to a bed while he beats her back bloody And then back at home, drinking more instant coffee Calls some red-neck evangelist that he's seen on TV and says The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence No age of reason is landing upon us This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep down inside us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na ...

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If there's rage inside you so you cannot think, spit it out If you get so angry that you cannot speak, spit it out

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Talk to him or her or it, and tell them where they can put it

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Spit it out, spit it out

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You got to talk to him or her or it

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Spit it out, spit it out If you get worked over at your job, spit it out If a taxi almost runs you down, spit it out You got to take aim with your mouth and speak And give it to them right between the teeth Spit it out, spit it out Talk to him or her or it And take aim with your mouth and spit Spit it out, spit it out

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If you're patient and you have the time, spit it out Wait till they're on the decline, spit it out The Chinese say you meet the hard with the soft The Yin with the Yang, the down with the up, oh Spit it out, spit it out You got to grab that dumb he, she or it And give it to them right between the teeth Spit it out, spit it out

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Spit it out, babe, spit it out Hey

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I was sittin' home on the West End Watchin' cable TV with a female friend We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess The poor and the hungry, a world in distress Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle And while you're at it, check what's in the batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Hey pitcher, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Reagan says abortion's murder While he's looking at Cardinal O'Connor Look at Jerry Falwell, Louis Farrakhan Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man They both sound like they belong in Tehran Watch out, they're going full throttle Better watch that sausage before you put it in the waffle And while you're at it, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Hey pitcher, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper White against white, Black against Jew It seems like it's 1942 The baby sits in front of MTV Watching violent fantasies While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport Only to find his heroes are all coked up Classic, original, the same old story The politics of hate in a new surrounding Hate if it's good and hate if it's bad And if this all don't make you mad I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine Nothing sacred and nothing divine Father, bless me, we're going full throttle Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle And while you're at it, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Hey pitcher, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper, hey hey I was born in the United States And I grew up hard but I grew up straight I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern A feeling that there's nowhere to turn Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies Don't treat me like I'm some damn lackey 'Cause the murderer lives while the victims die I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain And if this all makes you feel a little insane Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud Pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say "Don't mean to come on sanctimonious But life's got me nervous and little pugnacious Lugubrious so I give a salutation And rock on out to beat really fabulous Oh... poop ah doo and how do you do Hip hop gonna bop till I drop" Watch out world, comin' at you full throttle Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle And while you're at it, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Hey hey pitcher, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper Hey pitcher, better check that batter Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper, hey hey hey

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| Mama's got a lover, a painter I am told She's getting out of real estate |

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| For the art scene down in old Soho Art scene in old Soho Mama's got a lover, he owns a gallery She says he likes collages but the money's in graffiti Money's in graffiti |

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| Mama's got a lover, I met him yesterday She says she hopes I like him |

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| Maybe I'll send him a card on Father's Day Father's Day Mama's got a lover, they're backing a film It's about a working mother who gives birth to black and white Siamese twins Black and white Siamese twins Mama's got a lover, he's got something to say He says he's into dirt and rot, the essence of "urban decay" "Urban decay" Mama's got a lover, we met yesterday She says she hopes I like him I'll send him a card on Father's Day On Father's Day |

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| Mama's got a lover, I met him yesterday She's starting a new chapter I wish she was on the last page The last page Mama's got a lover, we met yesterday She says she hopes I like him I'll send him a card on Father's Day Father's Day

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Mama's got a lover (Mama's got a lover) Ooh, mama's got a lover (Mama's got a lover) Oh, mama's got a lover (Mama's got a lover) My mama's got a lover (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) (Mama's got a lover) ...

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| ... I remember you I remember me I remember I remember how things used to be I remember every word that you said I remember how could I forget Yes, I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember you I remember your old address And I remember How could I forget I remember thinking how my luck changed I remember being so amazed I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember you I remember me I remember The way things used to be I remember how it was that we met I remember I will never forget 'Cause I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) Yes, I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember, I remember you (I remember, I remember) I remember, I remember you ...

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| I'm staring through a telescope at night At a large light in the sky |

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| Its spinning lights reminded me of you |

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| A star spinning in orbit Lighting up the sky |

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| Or maybe it was not a star at all I'm standing by the Hudson River's edge at night Looking out across the Jersey shore At a neon light spelling out some cola's name And I thought your name should be dancing Beamed from satellites Larger than any billboard in Times Square |

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| Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid I'm the one who loves you in each and every way |

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| Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid Ney York City lovers Tell it to your heart |

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I'm up on the roof, it's 5 AM I guess I couldn't sleep And I see this spinning light that I saw last week Maybe I should wake you up But by then it might be gone You never know what you see when you look up in the sky I ran outside down a darkened street Listening to my boot heels click My leather jacket squeaked, I needed a cigarette When I turned the corner My spinning light was in the street They were filming a commercial on TV Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid We're no teenage movie that ends in tragedy Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid New York City lovers |

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| ... Tell it to your heart Tell it to your heart Tell it to your heart Tell it to your heart

Lou Reed : Mistrial
1986

Mistrial

No Money Down

Outside

Don't Hurt A Woman

Video Violence

Spit It Out

The Original Wrapper

Mama's Got A Lover

I Remember You

Tell It To Your Heart

Lou Reed : Mistrial 1986