That Powers That Be Lyrics

The powers that be They like a tough game No rules Some you win, some you lose Competition's good for you They're dying to be free They're the powers that be They like a bomb proof cadillac Air conditioned, gold taps Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps they pick horses of courses They're the market forces Nice car Jack They like order, make-up, lime light power Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV They're the power that be If you see them come, You better run - run You better run on home Sisters of mercy better join your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home You better run - run You better run on home The powers that be They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks They like fear and loathing, the like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans Blacked-out vans, contingency plans They like death or glory, they love a good story Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera state They say the toothless get ruthless Run home before its too late You better run - run You better run on home Billy: Goodnight, Jim. Jim: Goodnight, Billy. Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof! The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane. Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your Pacific coastal thench hosemonster fish Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks, and no red snappers. Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish report with a beat. Jim: We think of it is a mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.