The Powers That Be Lyrics

The 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 for 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 powers 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, they like sheep's clothing

 And blacked-out vans

 

 Blacked-out vans, contingency plans

 They like death or glory, they love a good story

 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 trench 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 what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, 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 as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's
Sunset

 Strip.  You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.