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01. Building In The Perfect Beast
02. Dirty Laundry
03. Driving With Your Eyes Closed
04. You Can't Make Love
05. You're Not Drinking Enough
06. Them or Us
07. Witchy Woman
08. Life In The Fast Lane

They're pickin' up the prisoners and puttin'
'em in the pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail-the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They mix 'em up right in the kitchen sink

They're picking up the prisoners
All putting them in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance,dance
Rebels have been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail,the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance
They mix them up right in the kitchen sink

[Don Henley:]
The ungrateful few who tangle inside
Don't care where they're born, they're growing up wild
The rain makes her thirsty and fighting to go
Her mind turns determined, dark as a storm

So her love has grown as sharp as a bramble rose
Like a real good woman nobody knows

"I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear

On a misbegotten, moonless night
I stumbled in my door
Disgusted with my circumstance
When floating from my bedroom
Came a moaning and a sigh
"Oh, I've had one too many
It's just the wind," says I

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
in the morning

You live in a house of mirrors

Reflecting your splendid isolation

You have so much of everything

Except for true consideration

I dreamed last night I got on the boat to heaven
And by some chance I had brought my dice along
And there I stood
And I hollered "Someone fade me"
But the passengers, they knew right from wrong.
For the peopel all said sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat

People all said sit down

I had a good life
Before you came
I had my friends and my freedom
I had my name
Still there was sorrow and emptiness
'Til you made me blessed
Oh and this love
I've found strength I never knew I had

Nobody on the road
nobody on the beach.
I feel it in the air: The summer's out of reach.
Empty lake
empty streets
the sun goes down alone.
I'm driving by your house though I know you're not home.
But I can see you

Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn't have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standin' by
But "happily ever after" fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly

I know you broke up with him
And your heart's still on the shelf
It's been over two years for me
And I'm still not quite myself
You can't be with someone new
And you can't go back to him
You're beginning to realize
That it's sink or swim

One finger on the button
one finger up his nose
Johnny's in some cornfield
The Early Warning Blows
Bigger is better
More is more
Look up, America!
Gonna even up the score

You were dreamin'
On a park bench
'bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down

(Don Henley/Frank Simes/Stan Lynch)

Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is; it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday
And though we're running out of everything
We can't afford to quit

Out here in the country where the weather gets so mean
She thinks about the places that she ain't never seen
She knows that she's married but she can't remember why
And she wonders what it might feel like with some other guy

And though she's hotter than an oven
Just to fill your lovin' cup
If a man answers, you better hang up