I DON’T CARE
Don’t have a job- I don’t need work
You’re out of money- well I’ll just smirk
If security is first in your mind
then in no time I will leave you far behind
Foreign affairs don’t get me down
Racial strife? Not in my town
Seems I’ve heard about depression and pain
Can’t disturb you when you’re already insane
Show me something else
Something bigger than what’s here on the shelf
Suggest what you dare cause I just don’t care
No Kandahar or that Bakhmut
Hey I dig war I think its cute
See the little boys dressed up like big men
Bowl them over and watch them get set up once again
No need to march- no cause for fear
I still can’t see any nukes from here
People worrying about the big one
Flip them over and watch them sizzle ‘til they’re done
Take me somewhere else
The place I’m heading bores me more than myself
I’ve changed my face, I’ve cut my hair
Cause I just don’t care
I just don’t carE
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
Tony b- lead vocals and guitars
tony a- guitars and backing vocals
john- guitars and backing vocals
nick- bass guitar
bill- drums
LOST HIM TO BETTER
She turns from the window -Tries to shut the nighttime out
Needs her tears to soothe her -But she can only pout
Lost him to better
At least that’s what he said
Could be in how she thinks
Or how she acts in bed
Lost him to better
The fact is hard to face
There is no silver medal
There is no second place
She crosses the bedroom -Her hand goes for the phone
Crowded conversation -But she’s still all alone
Nothing comes of plans
Can’t tell where it lands
Don’t even know when it’s ready to fall
Stirs to face the morning-Hopes the day can give her life
Found no help in sleeping -In dreams she was his wife
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
tony b- lead vocals and lead guitars
tony a- guitars and backing vocals
john- guitars and backing vocals
nick- bass guitar
bill- drums
ODE TO A FAT MAN
You think that you’ve deceived me
I’ll play the possum’s role
And while your cards were showing
My ace was in his hole
Its gonna be quite shocking
When hunter turns around
To find that he’s the hunted
To face the hungry hound
Your time is gonna come, will you be sorry
Your time is gonna come, as sure as the nighttime falls
It’s gonna come, could be tomorrow
Your time is gonna come real soon
I’ll let you win some battles -Some trivialities
But when the smoke has finally cleared
I’ll bring you to your knees
To overrate your power
is just a fault of pride
To underrate your enemies
its legal suicide
Some venture into jungle Armed with 3-piece suit
But what is learned upon the street
There is no substitute
Snake awaits its victim Then suddenly he’s bit
But in the end I’ll thank you
You’ve inspired a hit
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
tony a- lead vocals and guitars
tony b- backing vocals and lead guitar
john- backing vocals and guitars
nick- bass guitar
bill- drums
OK BY ME
I’m walking on this cloudy day
I see this lady, she said to me
What you doing with your life?
She turns and starts to walk away
I turn around to her and I say
would you like to be my wife
then she looked up at me
and a smile jumped at my camera lens
and she say, ok by me, ok by me, ok by me
I never thought I’d live to see a lady that would go so good with me
just like Chinese goes with rice
I knew the tide it had to turn, the sun arrived in time
to burn away all that superficial ice
Feels so good to be beside you in my lonely bed
and you come on like a tidal wave
Merlin never dreamt of magic quite like this
You’re the remedy I crave
I doubted if it could be real, it seemed like much to good a deal
for one who had lost at every game
I sensed a change in chemistry, accelerated energy
I wondered if she had felt the same
then she looked up at me
and a smile jumped at my camera lens
and she say, ok by me, ok by me, ok by me
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
tony a- lead vocals, guitars , keyboards
tony b-guitars and backing vocals
john- guitars and backing vocals
nick- bass guitar
bill- drums
TO THE TRENCHES
Who’s the one that told us war is over?
Victory is ours- blow your cover.
Well, it’s only a break in the action
Only temporary satisfaction
We’re victims of a thirst that nothing quenches
It’s time again to take to the trenches.
People everywhere looking for protection
There’s no place they can escape detection
In air and land and sea they’re open to invasion
We know the answer but where is the equation?
It’s time again to go for your weapon
Make it one you’ve come to depend on
While we fumble to find safety catches
They’re lowering doors on bomb bay hatches
We grit teeth and raise our fist clenches
And quickly make our way to the trenches
People everywhere looking for protection
There’s no place they can escape detection
In air and land and sea they’re open to invasion
We know the answer but where is the equation?
words and music- tony b
tony a- lead vocals and guitars
tony b- backing vocals and lead guitar
john- backing vocals and guitars
nick- bass guitar
bill- drums
Sunday Man
I want to be your light -Don’t ever want to fight
I want to do it right -And make it last all night
You brighten up the sky
And all the losers try
To be your only guy
You just say goodbye
Chorus
I’ve been looking for a clue
I’m Goddamn lonely without you
Won’t you please come back to me
We could drift out on the sea
And I would be your Sunday man
Life is just a fleeting glance -It’s just a 2 step dance
A 30 second prance -You’ve got to take a chance
And you can shine all day
You can find a way
Don’t even have to pray
To make the devil pay
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
JOHN- LEAD VOCALS, GUITARS
TONY A- GUITARS, BACKING VOCALS
TONY B- GUITARS, BACKING VOCALS
NICK- BASS GUITAR
BILL- DRUMS
OVERFLOW
Tempted seductively- torn by what used to be
There was no one like you
Nothing now I can do
Touched by the memories- smiling through weakened knees
Mouthing words that don’t mean
Acting roles with no scene
I don’t want to be the one you know
I don’t want to be the one laid low
I don’t want to be your overflow now
Fighting what’s always been- killing a silent dream
One false move, one miscue
Carried out but not through
I don’t want to be the one you know
I don’t want to be the one laid low
I don’t want to be your overflow now
Lights out is far away- someone has got to pay
For the changes in you
For the debts overdue
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
steve- lead vocals & bass guitar
tony a- guitar & backing vocals
tony b- lead guitar & backing vocals
mark- drums
Too Tired to Go to War
The worlds in distress while the parties go on
Deciding which dress or reciting which psalm
The radio’s talking of invading the shore
I’m too tired to go to war
The white house intruder is closing his eyes
The stock market broker applauding his buys
The combat swiftly approaches their shores
I’m too tired to go to war
Cant’ stand the fighting anymore
Once the angry young man, now the tired old bore
I’m too tired to go to war
Executives tower above the small fry
Patting our backs while they blacken our eye
They’re preaching success as they measure our jaw
I’m too tired to go to war
Cant’ stand the fighting anymore
Once the angry young man, now the tired old bore
I’m too tired to go to war
The victory marches fill all our air waves
Economical indexes lull the wage slaves
The radio’s talking of invading the shore
©1984 ARICO/BALLETTA MUSIC
TONY B- LEAD VOCALS, GUITAR
TONY A- GUITAR, KEYBOARDS & BACKING VOCALS
JOHN- GUITAR & BACKING VOCALS
NICK- BASS GUITAR
THE SONG IS GONE
We tried so hard to seize that melody
Whether chorus held or solo run
We just can’t find the notes or tune
Not since the song is gone
Thru all the years, the joins and splits
Our search to find the one
We always knew that in our midst
We always had the song
Thru all the starts and stops and fits
It carried us along
We raised our heads and slyly smiled
We always had the song
The highs, the lows, the out of key
Found order in its voice
Through blues and waves both old and new
We counted on its choice
We never thought the day would come
When we were left alone
And at a loss for notes to sing
And now the song is gone
words and music- tony a and tony b
greg- lead vocals
tony a- guitars & backing vocals
tony b- lead guitar and backing vocals
nick- bass
THE PRIZE
If I lived in the mountains
Far away from the rain
Across the gate from the devil’s house of hate
Would I win the prize or the pain
If I rang for the butler
If I owned half the town
And I walked the street looking down at the elite
Would I win the prize or the pain
CHORUS:
I’m so unsure of the way you’re seeing me
Is it a lure or the truth I can’t see no I can’t see
If I sang like Caruso
If my blood was champagne
Would you see all the parts that make up me
Would I win the prize or the pain
If I lived in the mountains
Far away from the rain
across the gate from the devil’s house of hate
Would I win the prize or the pain
Tell me would I win the prize or the pain
Oh honey would I win the prize or the pain
words and music- tony a
tony a- lead vocals , keyboards & guitar
tony b- guitar
steve- bass guitar
mark- drums