unknown

(marriot/lane)

When people ask me what love's all about
There's one thing i can say
Some people believe just what i'm putting down
Understand your troubles away

Chorus
You got to do this thing we're feeling
You got to know just what i'm meaning
You gotta believe just what i'm handing
Understanding, understanding

Yeah, alright alright
Hey hey
You see i love this life i lead
And i wanna love it with you
But people you don't understand
Just what i'm putting down
There's no more i can do

Chorus

Yeah, alright, come on
Just don't lose it
Come on children, i wanna hear you one more time

Chorus

You know what i'm singing about
My baby's gonna care, gonna make it alright
With a little understanding
We can make it through the night, yeah
Baby, baby give me some
You know i got to have some
All you know we need is just a little understanding
You can talk to me baby
Tell me what's on your mind
With a little understanding
Everything will be just fine

Ad lib to end

Transcribed by alison

In a world full of strangers
I've been looking for a friend
I see people get things even
I see loneliness and pain
I've been dying, i've been crying
Lord you know i've been trying
But it's all wrong

Chorus
Jesus, come back here
Jesus, come back here
Jesus, come back here
Jesus, come back here

My head is strange and messy
My spirit's cold and dark
I feel just like an outlaw
I've been burning out my star
I've been dying, i've been crying
Lord you know i've been trying
And it's all wrong

Chorus

Transcribed by jeff birgbauer

(wilkin/burch/wilson)

Your love is like a ramblin' rose
The more i feed it the more it grows
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah

Ramblin' rose you're looking for
???
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah

Ramblin' rose you been running around
Hey hey, i'm gonna push you down
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah

Repeat first verse

Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose (6x)
Yeah

Transcribed by alison cummings

(dennis wilson & gregg jakobson)

Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Rain falling down on me
Wind is blowing cold
I'm getting tired, i guess i'll never grow old

Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Don't wanna die, can't let this feeling go
I wanna live

Life is meant to live, i'm afraid to die
I wanna live, i'm scared to die

Transcribed by alison cummings

Out of darkness came forth a blinding light
Bizzing(?) in the sky like a burning flame
We got on our knees, we began to pray

Chorus
We worship you
We pray to you
Oh we praise you
Look into the rays of the rising sun
Here they come, one by one
Look into the rays of the rising sun
Here they come, one by one
Look into the rays
The rays

Salvation has come
We have found the one we can trust up
Bringing peace and lov
That caresses me, sets my spirit free

Chorus

Repeat chorus to end

Transcribed by alison

In scotland we flatter the english
By giving victories over them a significance
They don't fuckin merit.
If it was such a big deal to defeat the english
Other countries wouldnae get so fuckin bored doin it.

In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress
You're hunbelievable

The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love rhe english very much,
As long as they don't fuckin beat us
In the european nations cup

Sitting outside wembley in' 79,
Jock punks in london,massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a fuckin ticket
You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No fuckin way!
Ten minutes into the fuckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.

Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism"
Well it beats the fuck out offootball as well.

What do they do with all the confiscated bevy, the polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers so they can sell it
All back to us over again
The fuckin cunts

Yes!

Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never fuckin comes.

In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most fucked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination

You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

What do they do with all the confiscated bevy,
The polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers
So they can sell it all back to us over again
The cunts (echo)
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't fuckin beat us
In the european nations cup
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

Sitting outside wembley in `79,
Jock punks in london, massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a fuckin ticket

You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No fuckin way!
Ten minutes into the fuckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.
Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism",
Well it beats the fuck out of football as well.

Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress

Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never fuckin comes.

I'm fading into black
I'm slipping through the cracks in me
My head is full of holes
My thoughts are scattered on the breeze

My life is full of dirt
It tastes just like a curse on me
You cut me to the bone
I got bad love i got dead dreams

Your strange disease messing with my head
You'll be the death of me
You're the living end
I'm filthy and diseased
'cause like i die, i live in slow motion
I'm scattered on the breeze
The sickly people's heads cracked open

Your strange disease messing with my head
You'll be the death of me
You're the living end

How does it feel to belong (6x)

Transcribed by jeff and alison