Aerosmith lyrics

Album: Draw The Line [1977]

Draw The Line

I Wanna Know Why
Critical Mass
Get It Up
Bright Light Fright
Kings And Queens
The Hand That Feeds
Sight For Sore Eyes
Milk Cow Blues

Draw The Line

Joe Perry/Steven Tyler

Checkmate honey
Beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey
I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground
Your head's going down the drain
Heads I win, tails you lose
To the never mind

That's where I draw the line

An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
 She'd sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don't take time

Nowhere to draw the line

Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song

You told carrie
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey
You're salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose

Where to draw the line

Checkmate, don't be late

Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line

(repeat)
 I Wanna Know Why

Joe Perry/Steven Tyler

Kickin' down the road

Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you

Gettin' mighty spaced

Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through

I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues

(chorus)
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Try to make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me

Swing low
Sweet cherry-o
When a strange love showed me the way

You see more

Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play

(chorus)
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Try to make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me

E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that
Raven was mad

Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the thing he ever had

(chorus)
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Try to make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me

Oh, play rough

 Can't get enough
So the try to make a fool out of me

Lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
You ain't foolin' me

Critical Mass
Jack Douglas/Steven Tyler/Tom Hamilton

Arriving in boats
Black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed
Covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leades, she's small
Pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time
She'd be readin' my mind

Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it

This is critcal mass

So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
They're takin' me away
 I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it
This is critical mass

Now the tallest of two

With a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So I tell her for fun
That it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
She points to my heart
Tellin' me if I'm smart
I'll practise and phase
Out and admit, when the shoe doesn't fit
And I went screamin' out down the hall

Need it
Need your love

Just then I heard a poundin' on the wall

We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to your alas
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
We are the critical mass

Time and space is takin' me away

Time erase, don't know the time of day

Get It Up
 Joe Perry/Steven Tyler

Take me on your rockin' horse

Hit the lights and shut your doors
Grab your ankles, everyone
Ain't my way of havin' fun

(chorus)
Can't give it up
Gotta give it up, give it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Gotta get it up, get it up
For your fancy

Don't speculate
I'm just a slave your masters bait
I love to fuck into the night
Just waitin' for the bright light fright

Can't give it up
Gotta give it up, give it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Gotta get it up, get it up
For your fancy

Really have a good time

Really have a good time

Suckin' up the moonshine

 Up underneath her clothesline
Really have a good time
Love me 'til the sun

(chorus)
Can't give it up
Gotta give it up, give it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Gotta get it up, get it up
For your fancy

Get it up and down and all around

Take a ride and paint the town
Slow me down and make it fast
Scream almost and make it last

You know you gotta

Really have a good time
You know you're really gonna
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
You know you really gonna
Really have a good time
You know you really wanna love me
'til the sun can't get it up

Bright Light Fright

Joe Perry
 It's the dawn of the day
And I'm crashed and I'm smashed
And it is I'm feelin'
Like my chips are cashed
All of my clothes
Strewn all over the room
The crisis at hand is
I'm all out of zoom

(chorus)
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on tv
Is the good morning news

The tricks of the night

Keepin' me in a daze
Open a bottle
And I'll pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror
Back into bed
Forget that it's day
Time to party again

(chrous)
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on tv
Is the good morning news

Bright light fright

 Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Give me the night

(repeat)

(repeat chorus)
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on tv
Is the good morning news

Kings And Queens

Brad Whitford/Jack Douglas/Joey Kramer/Steven Tyler/Tom
Hamilton

Long ago in days I'm told

Were ruled by Lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold
They dared to bare their wombs that bleed

Kings and queens and guillotines

Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive

Oh I know I lived this life afore

Somehow know now truths I must be sure
Tossin turnin' nightmares burnin' dreams of swords in hand
Sailin' ships the Viking spits the blood of father's land
 Only to deceive

Living times of knights and mares

Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death fear only loss of pride

Living other centuries

Deja vu or what you please
Follows true to all who do or die

Screams of no reply they died

Screams of no reply and died
Lordy lordy and then then they died
Lordy no then they died

Live and do or die

Long ago were days I told...Lord they died
Kings and queens and guillotines
Live and no reply they died
Long ago were days I told
Kings and queens and guillotines

The Hand That Feeds

Brad Whitford/Jack Douglas/Joey Kramer/Steven Tyler/Tom

Hamilton

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like a old disease
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Get your sweet ass off the floor
 Doctor, doctor, doctor
I can't refuse any loose hearted lady anymore

I scream your name into the crowd

You feel the flame but you ain't proud
Maybe your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is bite
The hand that feeds me
Feeds me

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Doctor, doctor, please

All things you put me through

What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me

In the middle of, with a spittle of

Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na na na na na

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand

All things you put me through

What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeah

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor...
 Sight For Sore Eyes

David Johansen/Jack Douglas/Joe Perry/Steven Tyler

Goin' downtown, goin' down, goin' down

'neath the city, eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
That's when I knew she was a

Sight for sore eyes

She was a sight for sore eyes

Playin' no fair, sleepin' under stairs

Downtown's a pity, takin' fair square
Under where it's pretty gritty
I turned the screw, she held the knife

Oh, holy jesus, she's a sight for sore eyes

Sight for sore eyes
She's a nitty grutty

Turnin' in style, walk a mile for your titty

Naked foul while under there
Under where it's pretty gritty
Hey, don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left, oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
But she was sittin' pretty
A sight for sore eyes
 She was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes

Peeled back and parted

Even at the start it was delight or demise
I feel like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes

Milk Cow Blues

Kokomo Arnold

Well I tried everything

Just to get along with you
And I'm gonna tell you just
What I'm gonna do
Well I'm sick of all your cryin
When you should be leavin me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack me bags, I'm gone
Wontcha please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your ol man ain't around

CHORUS
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
When your ol man ain't around
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
 And you best believe I love ya baby
When your old man ain't around

CHORUS

Round and round

STEVEN TAYLOR - VC,HARMONICA,PIAN

JOE PERRY - CHT,VC
BRAD WHITFORD - CHT
TOM HAMILTON - BAS
JOEY KRAMER - DR