Truck Love

Truck love! Right here!
Truck love! Right now!
Bewitched by pure power. That's truck love!
In the gully of your choice. Truck love!
Jam-up on a leaping tree. Head on! Head first!
And God came down and talked to me
And I dammn nearly wept.
Tears rolling down the dash! Tears rolling down the dash!
We can't stop the monster rolling
We can't stop the monster rolling
We can't stop the monster rolling
We can't stop the monster rolling
Rise to power! Rise to power!
Rise to power! Rise to power!
You stare bright like gold
Eye-spot interference all across the fucking road.
Burn my eyes! Burn my eyes! Baybeeeeee!
My hands are shaking when I'm touching ya
My hands are shaking when I'm touching ya
They keep shaking when I ain't
They keep shaking when I ain't

Truck love! Truck love!
Pit-stop lovers!
Right now and the now is right!
This higway is done bent on killing us
Testing every nerve that we possess between us.
The face of Christ is leaping from the storm
The face of Christ is leaping from the storm
You tend to get religious on these runs.
Rise to power! Rise to power!
Rise to power! Rise to power!
Divine power has gone crawled into this tank
Every metal muscle flexed and puping at the crank.
Pumping at my axis. Rendering me sexless.
Mega-tons of muscle kicking dust across Texas.
Truck love! Out on the city limits
Drive straight into the eye of the next town we hit
Gun it once for the hillbillys
Just to make them shit.

Fuck love! This is truck love!
Fuck love! This is truck love!
The dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
The dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
Truck love! Truck love!
Rise to power! Rise to power!
The dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
The dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
Truck love! Truck love!
There are things burning in the desert
Rise to power! Rise to power!
There are things burning in the desert
Rise to power! Rise to power!
There are things burning in the desert

Stow-a-way

Hey hey I am the stow-a-way
Hey hey I am the stow-a-way

My girl turned blue as an iceberg do
And me I'm totally shipwrecked over her
Baby baby don't blow away
Hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way

This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya
This is your captain talking to ya

Heartache

Hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way

My girl turned blue as an iceberg do
And me I'm totally shipwrecked over her
Hey baby don't blow away
Hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way

This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya
This your doctor talking to ya

Heartache

Dumb Europe

On this European night out on the brink
The cafes and the bars still stink
The air is much too thick for seeing
But not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
And if I die tonight then throw me in
Some bleak teutonic hole
Six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
And really we could all just die of shame
And really we could all just die of shame
Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe.

Oh the Utopian night on the brink
Mama's face staring up at me from the bottom of the sink
Witness my trail of destruction
Trying to leave this drinking place
My feet are magnetised for furniture
The floor's attracted to my face
And if I die tonight
Sell me as some prehistoric bone
A lump of junk-souvenier for Jap
To fob off on his friends back home
The money dance....
I find it hard to cope with days like this. Pass the bottle etcetera
Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe.

On this European night out on the brink
The cafes and the bars still stink
The air is much too thick for seeing
But not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
And if I die tonight then throw me in
Some bleak teutonic hole
Six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
And really we could all just die of shame
And really we could all just die of shame
Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe, Dumb Europe.

Pleasure Is The Boss

They're working us like dogs around here
'Cause pleasure is the boss
And I'm the happiest slave alive round here
'Cause pleasure is the boss
And nothing is safe that don't stand still
If it's O.K. with the boss
I'm gunna walk right up and take it yeah
If it's O.K. with the boss

Walk

What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me
What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me

What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me
What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me

What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me
What's O.K. with the boss is O.K. with me

I Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)

Credits: Newberry / Newberry

I woke up this morning with the sun out shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed in
I watched myself crawling out now, as I came crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much, I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Somebody painted April fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles out of Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Sad Dark Eyes

[As sung by Mick Harvey; Nick's live versions deviate from this.]
Credits: Humphreys/Lovett/Richards/Lynch/Anderson/LPA

I look at you in your sad dark eyes
And your gypsy face with your spanish grace
With your words like rhymes and your voice like chimes

Darling, I want to kiss your burning mouth
Your sad dark eys and your ghostlike soul
Darling baby say that you'll be mine

Put your ring on my finger
And comb your long red hair
Put on your sad eyes
And tell me that you care
That you'll be mine, you'll be mine
Until the end of time