black market baby

The aborted second LP. Unreleased until Bitzcore came along in 1991 and put it out on two LPs: Baby Takes and Baby on Board.

Youth Crimes

(Campbell, Farrell)

kids on the street
they got nothin' to do
kids on the street
with no direction
they gather in the night
when it's past curfew
they never go home
they never feel no affection

mom and dad work so they never go to school
"I don't learn nothin', it's a waste of my time"
parents on your back and the teacher's a fool
they don't hear what you say
they don't see, they're too blind

youth crime, youth crime
now the kids retaliate
youth crime, youth crime
how much can you tolerate
youth crime, youth crime
they feel neglect
they're full of hate
youth crime, youth crime
ignoring them was your mistake

mommy's little boy now carries a knife
boots and leather jacket
his belt is a chain
daddy says nothing
'cause he fears for his life
too much PCP makes sonny go insane
sonny steals a car
but he's too drunk to drive
too many 'ludes and he's still gonna race
he hits another car but he gets out alive
wakes up in the morning
twenty stitches in his face

youth crime, youth crime
now the kids retaliate
youth crime, youth crime
how much can you tolerate
youth crime, youth crime
they feel neglect
they're full of hate
youth crime, youth crime
ignoring them was your mistake
youth crime, youth crime
there's nothing they appreciate
youth crime, youth crime
why can't we communicate
youth crime, youth crime
they won't change now it's too late
youth crime, youth crime
ignoring them was your mistake

nothing much to do on a Saturday night
got your girl in the car
got your hand down her blouse
take her home early
cause she started a fight

grab a couple buddies
and you break in a house
take the TV and some money
drink up all of the scotch
climbing out the window
someone fires a shot
your brother lies there bleeding
while you stand and watch
you never stopped to think that you might get caught

youth crime, youth crime
now the kids retaliate
youth crime, youth crime
how much can you tolerate
youth crime, youth crime
they feel neglect
they're full of hate
youth crime, youth crime
ignoring them was your mistake
youth crime, youth crime
there's nothing they appreciate
youth crime, youth crime
why can't we communicate
youth crime, youth crime
they won't change now it's too late
youth crime, youth crime
ignoring them was your mistake

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Potential Suicide

(Campbell, Farrell)

I lay on my back, stare up at the ceiling
try to talk myself out of the way that I'm feeling
moods become black, state of confusion
I'm caught in a trap, my life's an illusion
it's a life full of pages in a by the book story
would a blade across my wrist be my moment of glory?

I'm a piece of the puzzle that never did fit
when it came time to win, it was my time to quit
emotions turned violent, inside I was scared
feelings kept silent, ignore those who care
time never healed my wounds, the scars they grow bigger
would my trouble be over if I pulled on the trigger?

I don't want to live
but I don't want to die
I've got nothing to give and I'm not gonna try
don't tell me that's normal
I know it's a lie
nothing to lose
potential suicide

life ain't worth living
why waste another breath?
living life today is just a slow death
should I live or die?
which one will I choose
I'm dead either way
I got nothing to lose
I've lost all my dreams
I've lost all hope
would the final solution be the end of a rope?

I'm a piece of the puzzle that never did fit
when it came time to win, it was my time to quit
emotions turned violent, inside I was scared
feelings kept silent, ignore those who care
time never healed my wounds, the scars they grow bigger
would my trouble be over if I pulled on the trigger?

I don't want to live
so I'm gonna die
I've got nothing to give and I'm not gonna try
when they bury me no tears will be cried
nothing to lose
potential suicide

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Three Bullets

(Carr, Farrell)

Mr Minus stands hidden—shades and a suit
loading his rifle—he takes aim to shoot
the president's procession—it's inching down the aisle
a telescopic rifle—focused on his smile
the president is smiling—he's waving, shaking hands
Mr Minus stands ready to shoot him where he stands
our leader looks tired from a hard-fought campaign
his sleep will be eternal when the bullets strike his brain
camera crews come closer—he stops to kiss a baby
the killer's heart beats faster
his target blocked by two old ladies
Mr Minus takes a deep breath—his body full of chills
his one and only misson, to see this man is killed
three bullets for a leader / his term has now expired
no one saw from where, the three shots were fired
three bullets for a leader / that took his last breath
America has witnessed—a presidential death
the killer's hands tremble—his mind is in a trance
if he has to pull the trigger—this is his chance
the president is leaving—he's heading towards the door
squeeze the trigger three times—the crowd begins to roar
three shots have hit the target, blood flows from his head
the mission is completed—the president is dead
three bullets for a leader
three bullets for a leader

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Drunk and Disorderly

(Bialer, Hatch)

originally by the Shirkers

Boyd Farrell: I always loved the Shirkers version of Drunk and Disorderly. It should have been a BMB song. I liked it more than a lot of our original material. It was always in the set. It always got people fired up when we played it live.

Mike Donegan: Drunk and Disorderly was the perfect song for Black Market Baby, and it was a lot of fun recording that at Inner Ear. I guess Boyd's vocals were on there and Margo, our manager at the time, heard it and said, [horrified voice] "Oh no, oh no, we can't have this 'punk me in the butt,' we can't have that! You can't sing that, Boyd!"

Skip Groff: I know you love the Shirkers, but the BMB/Ian version knocks its dick in the butt. Can I say that?

going down to the neighborhood bar
behind the school in an old parked car
outside the liquor store
go back in and get some more
got a bottle in a paper bag
evening's here and I am glad
going down to the kiddie park
here we are drinking in the dark

drunk and disorderly / trying to stand up
drunk and disorderly / wearing handcuffs
drunk and disorderly / got nothin to lose
drunk and disorderly / drinking that booze

see the lights and hear the noise
I'm just out drinking with the boys
no, there ain't nothing wrong with me
I'm standing here holding up this tree
going me down to the police station
they ask me for identification
put me in a little cell
I'm so mean I'll go to hell

drunk and disorderly / I can't stand up
drunk and disorderly / they wanna punk me in the butt
drunk and disorderly / got nothin to lose
drunk and disorderly / now I'm drinking that booze

drunk and disorderly / I can't stand up
drunk and disorderly / they try to punk me in the butt
drunk and disorderly / I got nothin to lose
drunk and disorderly / now I'm drinking that booze

oh my god, I'm in trouble
I'm in jail and I'm seeing double
could it be that a little wine
led me to this life of crime
going down to the neighborhood bar
behind the school in an old parked car
outside the liquor store
go back in and get some more
go back in and get some more

drunk and disorderly / can't to stand up
drunk and disorderly / and I'm wearing handcuffs
drunk and disorderly / got nothin to lose
drunk and disorderly / drinking that booze

drunk and disorderly / I'm trying to stand up
drunk and disorderly / and I'm wearing handcuffs
drunk and disorderly / got nothin to lose
drunk and disorderly / drinking that booze

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Just Like All the Others

aka You're a Motherfucker

(Campbell)

Boyd Farrell: I didn't write it, but I really liked the song and I felt it would never get airplay with that title. So I changed it to Just Like All the Others. Keith and Tommy refused to call it that and would always yell, "The song's called Motherfucker!" into the mic after I would introduce it as Just Like All the Others.

you smile in my face
then you stab me in the back
well that's alright, yeah, that's okay
things are gonna turn around
there's gonna be a change
you're gonna see one day

'cause I won't be a happy man
'til I'm doing everything I can to bury you
turned into your last dead end
never to get out
what you gonna do? / what you gonna do?

never think before you act
you'd cheat your own mother
you stab me in the back
you're just like all the others

you say you're not reponsible
for the harm and pain that you provocate / provocate
except when someone like yourself
compliments you on the way you hate

you say that you're above the law
for all I know you are
but that won't stop me
cause I can make my own laws too
and there's nothing you can do
just wait and see / wait and see

your hate is coming back on you
you're gonna fall, you know it's true
you'd cheat your own mother
you're just like all the others

I can see in your mind that you want my kind
to vanish from Earth
so you've got the odds, we got the numbers
you're gonna learn their worth

you say you're not reponsible
for the harm and pain that you provocate / provocate
except when someone like yourself
compliments you on the way you hate

you say that you're above the law
for all I know you are
but that won't stop me
cause I can make my own laws too
and there's nothing you can do
just wait and see / wait and see

your hate is coming back on you
you're gonna fall, you know it's true
you'd cheat your own mother
you're just like all the others

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Boyd Farrell: Don't take success for granted.

lyrics classified

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Out of My League

(Farrell)

Boyd Farrell: I liked Out of My League, but it was sort of us going in a different direction, trying something new.

she's a lady with class, she's got style she's got grace
she makes me melt with a smile on her face
she's got beauty and brains, what she wants she can get
she drives a 280z, I drive a beat up chevette

she makes a model look plain with the clothes that she wears
she drives me insane, but she don't even care
she's a confident cutie, all her boyfriends are rich
to the boys she's a beauty, to the girls she's a bitch

she's so sophisticated, she's a blue-blooded breed
and I'm so frustrated, 'cause she's out of my league

out of my league
out of my league
she's what I want
she's what I need
out of my league
out of my league
she's just what I want
but she don't notice me

she's got a big-money job, she's got a place of her own
her men take her out, but they don't take her home
she dates the boys in the suits, they look good together
I'm just the boy in the boots, jeans, and black leather

the men stop and stare when she walks down the street
she's got her nose in the air, she's so small and petite

she likes dinner, a movie, candy, and flowers
I ain't so choosy—give me sex in the shower!
she thrives on romance, she don't get caught in the game
I'd take a chance—but she don't know my name!

she's...
out of my league
out of my league
she's what I want
she's what I need
out of my league
out of my league
she's just what I want
but she don't notice me

she's got a look that chills, she's the picture of fashion
she gives a thrill, she stirs up the passion
she's got the wisdom of age, the charm of a child
she makes my heart beat with rage, she's drivin' me wild
she's the girl of my dreams, I think of her all the time
I'd treat her like a queen, if she would only be mine

she sips champagne—I guzzle my beer
she likes ballet—I think it's for queers
she's well-educated, she's a blue-blooded breed
and I'm so frustrated, 'cause she's out of my league

out of my league
out of my league
she's what I want
I'll get down on my knees
out of my league
out of my league
she's breaking my heart
that girl is out of my league

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Backseat Sally

(Campbell, Farrell)

Backseat Sally, she is a schoolboy's blessing
while other girls dream of sex, Sally's giving lessons
sexy, sweet Sally, she is her teacher's delight
nevermind your homework girl, you're gonna stay with me tonight

oh, Sally, I can't take the way you tease me
yeah, Sally, the boys all tell me you're so easy
Sally, bathroom walls bear your name
yeah, Sally, I know you don't—don't feel ashamed

Sally's good in bed, but she's better in a van
Sally likes the boys, but she can handle any man
the girls all call her a slut, but she just laughs
what they consider cheap, to Sally it's a craft!

oh, Sally, I love the way you tease me
yeah, Sally, the boys all tell me you're so easy
Sally, bathroom walls bear your name
yeah, Sally, I know you don't—don't feel ashamed

Sally!

Sally!

Friday night's a treat with sweet little Sal'
rockin' in the backseat, she's a goodtime gal
you take her home that night, she'll leave you wanting more
but she'll be with another, she's a—she's a highschool whore

oh, Sally, I can't take the way you tease me
yeah, Sally, the boys all tell me you're so easy
Sally, bathroom walls bear your name
yeah, Sally, I know you don't—don't feel ashamed

Sally!

Sally!

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Parasite

(Carr, Farrell)

Mike Donegan: I thought Parasite was kinda cool because it was a little different—longer, more dirgey—than a lot of the Black Market Baby stuff.

Boyd Farrell: I was never that crazy about Parasite. It was a little too avant garde for my tastes. I used to call it the Dance of the Crab.

Was it written about anything in particular? My first thought was that it was about John Lennon, but on second listen it could be almost anyone, from Elvis to Kurt Cobain to JFK to Ronald Reagan. The vultures are always circling.

Boyd: It was indeed written about John Lennon after I read the Goldman book. I also felt it could have been about any celebrity death.

now the coffin's sealed
what stories will be told?
the books are being published
the body's not even cold

self-styled critics get a taste for the flesh
blood-thirsty buzzards
they're waiting for the last breath
sensational stories, a drug-related death

movies will be made
and the posters will always sell
in death they gave you glory
in life they gave you hell

your death is now official
it's time to tear you to shreds
you're no longer beneficial
you're better off dead

parasite!
what else can you call it
they feed off a name
while filling their wallets

parasite!
but are we to blame
we keep buying the trash, exploiting the name
profit starts to hurt when the glory starts to bore
they dig up all the dirt to make a little more
every human weakness displayed for the public to view
dead men tell no tales
will they ever know the truth
it's a crime they commited
the gossip they've spread
the stories they've twisted
you're better off dead

parasite!
all you want is a story
they destroy a lifetime for a few days of glory

parasite!
your words a disease
you feed to the public
who read and believe

scandal sheets run stories
conclusions in cold blood
they suck in all the money
then they drag your name through the mud
they've picked your bones dry
and that was just the pros
but now we read the stories of family, friends, and foes
the audience is a story
this book will never close

parasite!
what else can you call it
they feed off a name
while filling their wallets

parasite!
but are we to blame
we keep buying the trash, exploiting the name

parasite!
all they want is a story
they destroy a lifetime for a few days of glory

parasite!
your words a disease
you prey on a corpse
but your readers are pleased

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© Dementlieu 2005

Music and lyrics © Black Market Baby