GOVERNMENT CONTROL (Steele Bros.)
Ten caskets and Fema's coming
New World Order's taking control
Haarp circles and nine eleven
Government population control
Gotta get down with it
Vaccines are cutting us down
Should have been shut down long ago
What if Illuminati and Disney ruled the world
Would you still watch all their shows?
Tin Airplanes Al Qaeda's coming
They finally reached their goal
Smashed into the Twin Towers
3,000 dead at Ground Zero
Gotta find out the truth
Government's tryin' to hide
What happened that day you don't know
Placed explosives in both of the buildings
It was done to control world oil
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Flying saucers Aliens coming
Crashed into New Mexico
The government's covering up
The existence of UFO's
3,000 dead at Ground Zero
The government's mind control
Jesse Ventura told me so
Music by Neil Young 1970
Lyrics by Kevin Steele and Patrick Steele 2011
NO BLUES FOR YOU (Steele Bros.)
You got a lot of nerve telling me I don't deserve
your love, and I'm oblivious to all your utter nonsense
Here's a little question I would like to mention to you
Dontcha ever wonder why I didn't knuckle under to you?
You needed to get your life on track but then you sneak around my back
Gave you my love, it wasn't enough and so you left me in a huff
But there's a little problem I would love to relate to you
Dontcha ever tell me he's nothing but a memory to you
ah to you baby
Tell me baby do you always get your way?
forget me tomorrow, love me today
You'll find someone new to latch on to
And bleed him dry and leave him blue
Dontcha ever wonder why I didn't knuckle under
And dontcha ever tell me I'm nothing but a memory to you
to you to you
No blues No blues for you No blues No blues for you
2011 words by Patrick Steele
THE RETURN OF BONECRUSHER ( Steele Bros.)
There's someone lurking behind a tree
You can't see who it is, but it is me!
Been gone a long time, they put me away
But I escaped to haunt you, you are my prey!
Bonecrusher
Bonecrusher
Bonecrusher
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
What do I look like?, I'm in your dreams
But will I hurt you?, just wait and see
Don't cry for help, or use your cell phone
Because it's pointless, you're in a dead zone!
Bonecrusher
Bonecrusher
Bonecrusher
Socrates says "Evil is merely ignorance"
Well that may be true, but I have a high I.Q.
And I planned this all out and I want you,
I want you, I want you (Mommy who's that?)
Bonecrusher
Well, they caught me, the game is done
I won't forget you, it's too much fun!
But I'll be back, I'll be back, I'll be back
words by Patrick Steele music by Mike Steele and Kevin Steele
Mike Steele's idea that Pat ruined (again!)
GODZILLA (Blue Oyster Cult, Patrick Steele)
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down
Helpless people on a subway train
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town
Oh no, they say he's got to go Go Go, Godzilla yeah
Oh no, there goes Tokyo Go Go Godzilla yeah
He's a giant dinosaur with bumpy gray scales
He arose to power during the Atomic Age
A long powerful tail with jagged dorsal fins
He fights other monsters and he always wins
Despite his incredible strength, we agree
His only weakness seems to be electricity
Oh no, they say he's got to go Go Go Godzilla yeah
Oh no, there goes Tokyo Go Go Godzilla yeah
"Who is that? Is that....Mothra? "No No Mothra!"
Is it.....Rodan? "No No Rodan!"
Is it.....Godzilla? "Yes! Yes! Honorable Godzilla!"
"Oooh Godzilla!" "Very big Godzilla!"
Oh no, they say he's got to go Go Go Godzilla yeah
Oh no, there goes Tokyo Go Go Godzilla yeah
Oh no, they say he's got to go Go Go Godzilla yeah
Oh no, there goes Tokyo Go Go Godzilla yeah
History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...Godzilla!
History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...Godzilla!
History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...Godzilla!
History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man...Godzilla!
Oh my God, he's huge!
words and music by Blue Oyster Cult
added 2nd verse by Patrick Steele
lead Guitars by Kevin Steele
Mike Steele bass
NO JUSTICE (Patrick Steele)
Old man Fosse and his six man posse
They got nothin' on me
They claim I stole horses and all of his gold
but they got nothin' on me
I gotta keep movin' or I'll get caught
But they got nothin' on me
I know if they catch me they'll shoot me on sight
But they got nothin' on me
They won't give me no justice
They'll never believe me
And even though I'm innocent
They'll hang me from the nearest tree
I think I was framed by Johnny McAllister
They got nothin' on me
Spreadin' lies about me and his sister
They got nothin' on me
I was as easy mark because of my shady past
They got nothin' on me
I gotta get my horse some fresh water real fast
They got nothin' on me
And they won't give me no justice
They'll never believe me
And even though I'm innocent
They'll hang me from the nearest tree
I have plenty of ammunition
But they got nothin' on me
And wouldn't you know it, I lost my six-shooter
They got nothin' on me
I ain't got time to take a little rest
They got nothin' on me
I need to make it over the mountain pass
They got nothin' on me
And they won't give me no justice
They'll never believe me
And even though I'm innocent
They'll hang me from the nearest tree
Words and Music by Patrick Steele 2009
LOST IN THE SON (Patrick Steele)
Gather 'round people and listen to me
Put down your cell phone, turn off the T.V.
This is a story you've all heard before
We got stuck with him instead of Al Gore
He promised to us he'd be a uniter
Instead he became our biggest divider
The rich get richer, there's no middle class
And working two jobs is a pain in the ass
Whoa...Look what's he's done
Whoa...The war can't be won
Whoa...The damage is done
Whoa...Lost in the son
The politics of fear got him re-elected
A Vietnam war hero is what we rejected
He mortgaged our future to pay for the war
Borrowing from China, Mexico and more
Whoa...Look what he's done
Whoa...The war drags on
Whoa...The damage is done
Whoa...Lost in the son
aaaah.......aaaah
He thinks Global Warming is untrue
"No Child Left Behind" makes all teachers blue
The prices go up, our wages go down
We all can't wait until he leaves town
"Mission Accomplished" is what he said
Several years later over 4,000 dead
If you don't support the war you're unpatriotic
No statement he's made is more idiotic
Whoever takes over is left a big mess
The economy, health care, the war and the rest
He says when he leaves office he'll hold his head high
To see the gas prices way up in the sky
Whoa....Look what he's done
Whoa...The war can't be won
Whoa...The damage is done
Whoa...Lost in the son
Whoa....Look what he's done
Whoa...The war drags on
Whoa...The damage is done
Whoa...Lost in the son
2008 words by Patrick Steele
CATERPILLAR CLUB (Patrick Steele)
So this is my story, how I bailed out of a B-17
We were hit hard by enemy fire, the most scared that I've ever been
The pilot rang the alarm bell three times, the signal to get ready to jump
I headed towards the Waist Gunner doors, my heart was really starting to pump
And when I jumped from the damaged plane, my head just barely missed the wing
Enemy fighters taking shots at me, the cold air in my face sure did sting
I floated down, towards the ground
Out of control, I landed in a shrub
But I survived, I stayed alive
Became a member of the Caterpillar Club
I may have passed out after the fall, I awoke with people tugging at me
All tangled up in a bush, they're shouting, yelling, they're really angry
The German's came and they took me away, 3 days of interrogation was to come
And then I walked for 4 long days to the P.O.W. camp, it was no fun
I floated down, down towards the ground
Out of control, I landed in a shrub
I did survive, I stayed alive
Became a member of the Caterpillar Club
Whoa...the Caterpillar Club
Whoa...the Caterpillar Club
My son asked me years later, to tell him about my experience
But I didn't want to talk about it, brought back bad memories if that makes sense
I was the only one in my cew to survive, why God picked me I'll never know
The other men were just as good as me, as the pain etched in my face sure does show
I floated down, towards the ground
Out of control, I landed in a shrub
I stayed alive, I did survive
Became a member of the Caterpillar Club
I floated down, down to the ground
Out of control, I landed in a shrub
But I survived, I stayed alive
Became a member of the Caterpillar Club
words by Patrick Steele Music by Kevin Steele
LEFT OVER (Mary Finnegan, Patrick Steele)
Father, you know I'm feeling rather run down
Been doing kind of nothing and I've been let down
I know you gave just what you could, I found
And then..
And then you chose to fly away one evening
A shadow in the night did grow
I wish I were there to guide you
And show you the way back home
Left over, I'm left over
Father, did you think we didn't care
What you did to us just wasn't fair
Your pain was something that we all did share
With you...
But then you chose to fly away one evening
You took my car and I didn't know
I wish I were there to guide you
And show you the way back home
Left over, I'm left over
You kept us under the thickest black veil
The pain took a long time to go away
Over 35 years has passed since that fateful day
Would it have been easier to have never known you
The mighty force that we thought you were too
And would you do it again if you knew
How bad we hurt?..
So when you chose to fly away one evening
The shock we felt is now a scar
The empty hole that you left us
When you made that choice to travel far
Left over, I'm so left over
Adapted from a poem by Mary Finnegan 'Left Over'
by Patrick Steele. Music By Neil Young from
his song "Birds" off 'After the Goldrush'
TASER MAN (Patrick Steele)
If you're driving through Alabama
North of old Birmingham
Keep it under the speed limit
The cops will think you're on the lam
There's a young man fresh out of training
And now he's "Taser Certified"
Been a dispatcher for a few years
So tired of working inside
If he pulls you over you better be nice
Dont'cha dare give him no lip
It's "Yes sir, No sir" coz if you don't
You're gonna get zapped in the hip
by the
Taser Man - don't give him no sass - Taser Man
Taser Man - he'll zap you in your ass - Taser Man
Taser Man - don't resist arrest - Taser Man
Taser Man - he'll zap you in your chest - Taser Man
He lives in the town of Sumiton
Wants to be a cop in the sticks
Says he just wants to help people
That was before he saw the "Taser X26"
It shoots out 50,000 volts
15 or 20 feet or more
Instantly impairs your body control
And afterwards you sure are sore
If he pulls you over you better be nice
Don'tcha dare give him no lip
It's "Yes sir, No sir" coz if you don't
You're gonna get zapped in the hip
by the
Taser Man - don't look at him funny - Taser Man
Taser Man - don't offer him money - Taser Man
Taser Man - don't make a stand - Taser Man
Taser Man - he'll zap you in your can - Taser Man
(Middle break)
Taser Man - (taser sound) - Taser Man
Taser Man - (taser sound) - Taser Man
Taser Man - (taser sound) - Taser Man
Taser Man - (taser sound) - Taser Man
Don'tcha dare go over the speed limit
Keep your cell phone out of view
Better use your blinker when changing lanes
Remember not to tailgate, too
He really doesn't need a good reason
To pull you over he'll find a way
He's just itchin' to pull the trigger
Any time night or day
If he tries to pull you over
Don't lead him on a high speed chase
Coz he'll eventually catch you
And your body better brace
for a jolt from the
Taser Man - don't look at him funny - Taser Man
Taser Man - don't offer him money - Taser Man
Taser Man - don't give him no sass - Taser Man
Taser Man - he'll zap you in your ass - Taser Man
ooh!
THERAPEUTIC PAPERS (Patrick Steele)
I've been a trapper for years livin' off the land
I deal with what nature gives me, I'm a mountain man
And when nature calls there's no outhouse for me
I have to hide behind a bush, or the biggest tree
Therapeutic papers by Joseph Gayetty
They are the best thing that has happened to me
I'm tired of using a corncob or a leaf on a tree
Oh mister merchant please..Make this box splinter-free
When I head into town to pick up some supplies
All the neccessary things I need to survive
Make sure I have enough money to buy what's in stock
At 500 sheets for 50 cents a box
Therapeutic papers by Joseph Gayetty
They are the best thing that has happened to me
I'm tired of using a corncob or a leaf on a tree
Oh mister merchant please..Make this box splinter-free
(guitar solo)
Therapeutic papers by Joseph Gayetty
They are the best thing that has happened to me
I'm tired of using a corncob or a leaf on a tree
Oh mister merchant please..Make this box splinter-free
I have to do what I do, It's all I know
Trapping in the springtime, summer, fall before the snow
I don't know what lies ahead, what fate is in store
I can deal with it better if my ass isn't sore
Theraputic papers by Joseph Gayetty
They are the best thing that has happened to me
I'm tired of using my left hand or a catalog page, you see
Oh mister merchant please...wontcha make this box splinter-free
STUDIO BAND (Steele Bros.)
We're three brothers who live in the motor city
It's so hard to be in a studio band
We make rock songs that are smokin' and witty
It's so hard to be in a studio band
We got several songs done for you to listen to
It's so hard to be in a studio band
We got a website just for you to view
It's so hard bein' in a studio band
(rap) a dontcha know that we're never on the road
we never get the chicks and we never get free dope
we livin' in our home and not on a bus
we never take a limo no one makes a fuss
At family get-togethers we're asked to play a song
It's so hard to be in a studio band
They wanna have fun, drink beers and sing along
It's so hard to be in a studio band
We look at each other we don't know what to play
It's so hard to be in a studio band
Trouble is we forgot the chords what can I say?
It's so hard bein' in a studio band
(rap) we don't tear up hotels and we never get huge bills
we can walk right down the street and no one gets a thrill
no one wants an autograph and that I can't believe
Cuz in my mind we're famous why come you can't see?
The trouble with us we never rehearse
It's so hard to be in a studio band
We record one track at a time and that's our curse
It's so hard to be in a studio band
The recording process it is a tricky thing
It's so hard to be in a studio band
The music we make is great but Pat has to sing!
It's so hard bein' in a studio band
(rap) hip hop gangsta rap is not our thang
put it on the table and see what it brings
ya know what I'm sayin' we're rollin' in the "C"
don't get it twisted let it be what it be
what it is what it is and that's what it is
flip this script and get down to biz
fo shizzle my brizzle (what?) we all got it down (yea ya!)
and bust a move on ol' "C" town
we're not good lookin' and we don't know how to sing
it takes us six hours for a three minute thing
no we're not three brothers we're just three crackers
don't expect too much cuz we're not the next white rappers
And when our song is done we sit around and mix it
It's so hard to be in a studio band
If there is something wrong we quickly fix it
It's so hard to be in a studio band
When we are through it shouldn't be a shock
It's so hard to be in a studio band
The Steele brothers kick out the jams and rock the block!
It's so hard bein' in a studio band
(rap) we're not goin' on tour we're not on MTV
just check your music channels it's us you'll never see
Conan, Leno, Kimmel the Carson Daly show
we couldn't make the grade Chuck Barris even knows
The song is over a Gold record did result
It's so hard to be in a studio band
DON'T STARE AT ME (Patrick Steele)
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
I'm only 9 years old, but you can't tell
I had a bad accident and I went through hell
My mommy and daddy blames themselves
For what happened to me
I have scars all over my face and arms
and places you can't see
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
Everytime I go outside, people walk by and they turn away
I wish one time they'd come up to me smile and have something to say
But that'll never happen to me, coz I'm an outcast of society
I get so frustrated at times I want no one to speak to me
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
I have to go in next week for another surgery
The skin grafts that I've had before, they won't grow up like me
I have to wear a wig, coz my hair won't grow
My confidence and self-esteem are really low
I have appointments every week for more therapy
I'm afraid to go back to school, coz they won't know me
I see the pain in my mommy's face when she looks at me
I hate to look in the mirror coz that's not the me I used to be
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
Woo oo oo woo oo oo Don't stare at me
N.Y.A.S. 48 (Steele Bros.)
Down by the river, I shot a cowgirl in the sand
With a distant camera playin' "Buffalo Springfield Again"
I said tell me why, tell me why time fades away
And all she said was "My My Hey Hey"
Are you ready for the country, are you ready for rock and roll
Keep on rockin' in the free world, It's good to see you Mr. Soul
Why am I feeling so helpless, I've seen the needle and the damage done
And after the goldrush, southern man, long may you run
Oh to live on Sugar Mountain, When you dance I can really love
Take a trip on the human highway, the harvest moon shines above
There's an unknown legend, and he has a heart of gold
Four strong winds are blowin' like a hurricane so cold
Are you ready for the country, are you ready for rock and roll
Keep on rockin' in the free world, Johnny Rotten's got no soul
Why am I feeling so helpless, I've seen the needle and the damage done
And after the goldrush, southern man, long may you run
I'm hangin' on a limb, wanna sail away, old man take a look at my life
This old guitar is playin' a song "I Believe In You" to my wife
The ways of love are silver and gold, don't let it bring you down
Everybody knows this is nowhere, over and over, we walk on
Are you ready for the country, are you ready for rock and roll
Keep on rockin' in the free world, Johnny Rotten's got no soul
Why am I feeling so helpless, I've seen the needle and the damage done
I saw a motorcycle mama on the beach, under a red sun
I got a razor love for my cinnamon girl, a lotta love from this dreamin' man
Only love can break your heart, there's a world I can understand
Hey babe, rust never sleeps, let's roll on on of these days
When God made me on the prairie wind, the weight of the world was lifted from this man....
Words and vocals by Patrick Steele
Music by Mike Steele
THE STEELE BROS. ROCK AND ROLL (Steele Bros.)
It started out not long ago
Way down in Mike's studio
Is where we make our records of gold
The Steele Bros. rock and roll
We have so much fun
It's awesome when the song is done
Pat bought all the equipment you know
He started out recording solo
Then Kevin had a new song to show
A "Schmoozer Boozer" tune did flow
We get together sometimes
Trying to find words that rhyme
Mike wrote the song "Pain Of Mine"
Metallica sound he had in mind
Then Pat got a hold of this song
Decided that Mike's sound was wrong
He added some hooty-hoos
And Mike's still singin' the blues
We sang about disfunctional
A little bit of funky soul
To "dis" our family was our goal
For Steele Bros. rock and roll
No comments on our song
Don't know what's right or wrong
Maybe they just don't care
Their feedback we wanna hear
Producer Pat thinks he's a big shot
He knows what sounds good or not
Slaps Mike when he makes a mistake
While Kevin does it all in one take
And Pat deletes half the song
When there is nothing wrong
Can't figure out the drum machine
No patience for the goddamn thing
We're tired of having just one beat
To program it is no small feat
Whether it's blues or cheese
Everyone agrees
We just aim to please
We'll bring you down to your knees
We finally released our first CD
"Dead Reckoning" we all did agree
A year of recording took it's toll
For the Steele Bros. rock and roll
ALL GEARED UP (Patrick Steele)
All geared up ready to go all geared up
All geared up ready to go all geared up
We get the call, drop what we're doing
Drive like hell to the station
Get on our gear as fast as we can
Chief Wade gives us information
We got a house fire 8 miles away
Don't know how bad it is, Jack
Got our turnout gear, our SCBA bags
You know we got each other's backs
Siren's blarin' heart's a pumpin'
Going as fast as we can
Flying on out in Engine # 3
Making damn sure we got a plan
coz we're
All geared up ready to go all geared up
Get to the fire in a remote spot
Thank God it's not burning bright
Lots of black smoke, it's no bullshit call
We set up get ready to fight
Randall's on the roof with an axe
Making a hole to vent the house
Three men inside with hoses
This fire they're trying to douse
Everything's happening so fast
We don't have time to be afraid
If one of us should happen to get hurt
It's a price that's gotta be paid
coz we're
All geared up ready to go all geared up
All geared up ready to go all geared up
(guitar solo)
All geared up ready to go all geared up
The fire's out, we're cleaning up
Then head back when we are done
All grateful no one got hurt
This one battle we have won
It might be a bad car accident
Out on highway 22
A rescue call for a heart attack
The "Hammer" knows what to do
Every call we're sent to
We gotta think quick on our feet
Workin' weekends, holidays
We won't accept defeat
coz we're
All geared up ready to go all geared up
All geared up ready to go all geared up
HAZARDOUS (Gerry Beckley, Patrick Steele)
You're a light in the dark, you're a hand I can hold
You are making a mark, you're a fire in the cold
We are measured in time, so we stand on our spot
Want to move it ahead, give it all that we got
give it all that we got
And though you keep yourself alive
What happens to the both of us
With all your efforts to survive
Survive a love that's hazardous
And though you keep yourself alive
What happens to the rest of us
With all your efforts to survive
Survive a love that's hazardous
(guitar solo)
You're a shot in the arm, you're a bolt from the blue
We have all our senses, want our love to be true
We are standing alone, side by side we are led
Have a chemical thing rollin' round in our head
rollin' round in our head
And though you keep yourself alive
What happens to the both of us
With all your efforts to survive
Survive a love that's hazardous
And though you keep yourself alive
What happens to the rest of us
With all your efforts to survive
Survive a love that's hazardous
TWO PLAIN HAMBURGERS (Kevin Steele)
Gotta sister named Lauren she sure ain't boring
Married a cat named Jim mental illness set in
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said SHE put the funk in dis-funk-tional
I Gotta sister named Pinkie her feet are kinda stinky
She moved out west, Man that's the best
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said SHE put the funk in dis-funk-tional
Gotta brother named Pat he doesn't wear a hat
He's got all his hair it's just ain't fair
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said He put the funk in dis-funk-tional (hairy bastard)
break it down
Gotta sister named Mary, rents a trailer from Terry
Gotta job as a nanny, her driving's uncanny
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said SHE put the funk in dis-funk-tional
Gotta brother named Mike you don't wanna fight
Left a bruise on my back, I ain't down with that
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said HE put the funk in dis-funk-tional
Gotta brother named Terry, his driving's kinda scary
We went to get some donuts, hit some lady doesn't know us
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said He put the funk in dis-funk-tional
And me my name is Kevin, I hope I go to heaven
'cause when my family sees me I think they're going to kill me
said who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said I put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said Who put the funk in dis-funk-tional
said THE STEELES put the funk in dis-funk-tional !
PAIN OF MINE (Michael Steele)
This deep dark pain, no one knows
Confusion rains, I'm feeling low
Life goes on, I just can't find my soul
Where to turn, I'm in dispair
I'm so alone, I just don't care
I run and hide, this pain I just can't bear
This pain of mine started long ago
I kept it there, I can't let go
It's now my friend so I can stay so low
Where did it go, I just don't know
It was there, so I'm told
Where i was whole, now I feel so old
I get up and fall back down
Once a smile is now a frown
Tighten it's grip, now I'm fully bound
It's hard to hide this pain of mine
You can hear it in every line
Behind a wall is a place where the sun don't shine
(guitar solo)
This pain of mine started long ago
I kept it there I can't let go
It's now my friend so I can stay so low
It's hard to hide this pain of mine
You can hear it in every line
Behind a wall is a place where the sun don't shine
I know one day it will be gone
So will I, it seems so wrong
This friend I need so I can sing his song
words and music by Mike Steele
lead guitars by Kevin Steele
vocals and 'Hooty-Hoos' by Patrick Steele
SECRET DISPATCHER MAN (P.F. Sloan, S. Barri, Patrick Steele)
There's a man who lives in Alabama
And his life is full of drama
And then he went and he broke his wrist
Making fun of him I couldn't resist
Odds are he won't have a job tomorrow
Secret Dispatcher Man Secret Dispatcher Man
Well they've given you a new job
And then you went and you broke your hand
He made friends joined the volunteer fire department
Barely makes enough money to pay the rent
Oh well he wants to be a cop
This notion his parents can't stop
Odds are he won't be in the academy tomorrow
Secret Dispatcher Man Secret Dispatcher Man
Well they've given you a new job
And then you went and you broke your hand
take it Mike
(guitar solo)
Secret Dispatcher Man Secret Dispatcher Man
Well they've given you a new job
And then you went and you broke your hand
A dispatcher job is what they gave him
Chances for promotion are real slim
All because of his broken bone
Is what the police can't condone
Odds are he won't be in the academy tomorrow
Secret Dispatcher Man Secret Dispatcher Man
Well they've given you a new job
And then you went and you broke your hand
Broke your hand Broke your hand Broke your hand
Secret Dispatcher Man ooh
DEAD RECKONING (Patrick Steele)
We're ten men in a B-17, one of twenty planes in Vee-Formation
Our ship is called the "Lil' Bug" and it's our crews 13th mission
We're escorted by P-51's, but they'll be gone soon enough
Oxygen masks, Flak jackets, heated gloves on, we gotta be tough
The Right Waist Gunner shouts "Enemy planes at 6 o' clock ! "
We man our guns, shots are fired and our ship starts to rock
The action is fast and furious, they're attacking other planes
We saw a fellow B-17 spin out of control, shot down in flames
Where are we now Where are we now
The Pilot announces "We're losing altitude" and also says to us
"We're leaving formation and flying alone", we all start to cuss
It seems #3 engine was hit, so the Pilot feathered it
We're leaking oil and gas, and #2 engine is starting to spit
We're headed for an alternate target, but we all know this isn't true
Too much damage to the engines and not much that we can do
Suddenly we hear bursts of Flak, exploding in the air
A piece of shrapnel hit the plane, just missing my head, gave me a good scare
Where are we now Where are we now
I'm the Navigator and it's my job to know
Where our plane's located and how far we gotta go
I use the Gee-Box readings of the instruments
I get it all together and it's gotta make sense
Sometimes I get confused I guess I gotta use
Dead Reckoning
We fly alone in the thick fog, with ice on the top turret glass
Outside it's 30 degrees below, and we're running low on gas
We salvo our bombs in an open field, as we head back to the base
Throw all the excess weight out, to save fuel just in case
We know we're gonna have to clear the Alps to make it back
Ditching our guns, our Flak jackets out, we gotta stay on track
We open up the Ball Turret, get the man out, as we draw near
We hold our breath, say a silent prayer, as the mountains we barely clear
Where are we now Where are we now
After our ordeal, after all we've been through
I can't get too excited, I know what I gotta do
Keep my head focused, keep my head on straight
Checking out the readings the Gee-Box will calculate
Our location and direction most accurately
It's important to the Pilot through the fog he cannot see
I have no excuse I guess I'm gonna use
Dead Reckoning
FLYING FORTRESS (Donovan Leich, Patrick Steele)
The B-17 was a bomber that flew missions in World War II
32 groups were stationed in Europe, 26 in England, 6 in Italy
Where, our father, Tech SGT Colin F. Steele
Flew 25 missions from 1942 to 1944
As the Crew Chief Top Turret
So great a plane the B-17 was, it was nicknamed the "Flying Fortress"
Equipped with 13 .50 caliber machine guns for protection
These mighty machines flew in Vee-Formation, usually 20 planes strong
Strategically positioned to defend themselves from the enemy fighters
Each bomber had a ten man crew, each with their own important job to do
Teamwork was the key as they had to know each others jobs
Well enough to fill in, in case of emergency
There was the Pilot, the Co-Plot, Navigator, Bombardier
Crew Chief Top Turret, Right and Left Waist Gunners
Radioman, Ball Turret Operator and the Tail Gunner
Besides enemy fighters attacking planes from all sides
Another danger these brave men faced was heavy Flak
Shot from the ground, it would explode in the air
Sending pieces of shrapnel flying
The B-17 Pilots had to stay in strict formation
Therefore no evasive action would be taken
The bombers would fly through the flak,
Many times resulting in severe plane damage
Early in the war, the losses of these planes and crew were high
And as the war went on, the B-17's were modified a few times
For more protection and the addition of long range escorts helped greatly
This machine's extreme durability and it's ability to take battle damage
And still reach it's target and return the crew home safely
Was it's claim to fame
And so we honor the thousands of men who lost thier lives for our country
And the thousands who served in the Army Air Force
For without the B-17, we may have lost the war
Way down in Foggia, Italy Where our father flew with his crew
Way down in Foggia, Italy Where our father flew with his crew
(Repeat and fade)
MORE RAIN (Patrick Steele)
More rain is falling down
I'm starting to hate the sound
More rain is falling down
More rain is falling down
Each drop hurts when it hits the ground
More rain is falling down
More rain is falling down
I'm starting to hate the sound
More rain is falling down
More rain is falling down
I'm beginning to feel unwound
More rain is falling down
music by Mike Steele
lyrics by Patrick Steele
DEM GOUT BLUES (Michael Steele)
Gonna tell you a story about my brother Pat
You know he got gout y'all, make his foot all fat
He's squirmin' and a whinin', while we all have a ball
He's just sittin' there crying, a haw haw haw
A haw haw haw, A haw haw haw
Oooh yeah, a haw haw haw
Now he thought it was a bunion but much to his dismay
Missed two days of work, missed two days of pay
He woke up this morning, the doc he did call
My foot's all fat and shit, a haw haw haw
A haw haw haw, A haw haw haw
Oooh yeah A haw haw haw
(guitar solo)
So he go to the doctor, say doc help me
Said take two of these, and here's my fee
So he took his medication, man that ain't no fun
It made him throw up, It give him the runs
A haw haw haw, Ahaw haw haw
Oooh yeah A haw haw haw
(guitar solo)
So now he feel better, hey what does he know
When he drink Diet Coke, goes right to his toe
A haw haw haw, A haw haw haw
Boogie! A haw haw haw (fade)
words and music by Mike Steele
lead guitar by Kevin Steele
Gout pain by Patrick Steele
SCHMOOZER BOOZER (Kevin Steele, Michael Steele)
Gotta Sister named Mary, when she drinks she gets scary
Likes her drinks long and strong
She's a real cool sista and she'll never "dis" ya
Got more furniture than anyone I know
She's a schmoozer boozer ain't no loser
She's a schmoozer boozer a kick ass chick with a heart of gold
Snuck booze in a wedding pissing off brother Kebin
500 dollar fine so I'm told
We know she meant no harm she just "schmoozed" you with her charm
Charging 20 bucks a drink and all her booze was gone
She's a schmoozer boozer ain't no loser
She's a schmoozer boozer a kick ass chick with a heart of gold
(guitar solo)
She's a schmoozer boozer ain't no loser
She's a schmoozer boozer a kick ass chick with a heart of gold
She's a schmoozer boozer no midnight cruiser
She's a schmoozer boozer just got back from Ohio
DISPATCHER BLUES (Patrick Steele)
I had high hopes when I graduated from school
Then I went and moved down south like a fool
then I
Broke my wrist I fell off a car
Broke my wrist I didn't fall far
Broke my wrist It's starting to swell
Broke my wrist And it hurts like hell
woo oh oh oh oh
Doctors decided not to use a cast, they were afraid the healing would stop
So they hooked up this contraption to my wrist, now I look like "Robo-Cop"
Coz I
Broke my wrist I am so scared
Broke my wrist No one cares
Broke my wrist I feel like a jerk
Broke my wrist Now I'll have to miss work
woo oh oh oh oh
And I'm having the hardest time trying to wipe my behind Oooh!
So I e-mailed some pictures of my wrist to my Dad
He took one look and started laughing, I thought he'd be sad
that I
Broke my wrist My mommy's not here
Broke my wrist To wipe my rear
Broke my wrist And kiss my boo-boo
Broke my wrist Coz it's something I just can't do
one more time
Broke my wrist The skin's starting to peel
Broke my wrist The sores won't heal
Broke my wrist Coz there's pins in my bone
Broke my wrist I wanna go home
I want my mommy!
MASTER AND COMMANDER (Patrick Steele)
He has an ego as big as King Kong His belly's so big, he can't see his dong
Can't get along with people who work for him Only nice to one person, his boss's name is Tim
He has many enemies, phony as a 3-dollar bill
he's the
Master and Commander He thinks his shit don't stink
Master and Commander He may be the missing link
Master and Commander He sure likes to brag
Master and Commander Knowing him is such a drag
Oooh!
He's like a Jekyl and Hyde, that's what I say He's nice one minute then mean for the rest of the day
He's a finger pointer, not a problem solver Makes one wanna go out and buy a snub nose revolver
He gets mad and blows his stack before he checks the facts
he's the
Master and Commander He thinks he's a ladies man
Master and Commander The most arrogant in the land
Master and Commander His jokes are really lame
Master and Commander He's good at the politics game
Oooh!
(guitar solo)
he's the
Master and Commander He's as conceited as hell
Master and Commander As everyone can tell
Master and Commander He never says hello
Master and Commander He's just gotta go
Oooh!
He thinks he's a deer slayer extraordinaire Chances for him killing one are really rare
When he starts with the stories, such a bore Trying to get away from him is a big chore
He thinks he knows everything but he doesn't know JACK SQUAT!
he's the
Master and Commander A deer hunter he is not
Master and Commander Taking pictures is his only shot
Master and Commander Telling tales to anyone he's with
Master and Commander He has "deer carcass breath"
Oooh!
This is a systemic problem!
This is gonna stop!
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET (Smithereens)
She told me Sunday "Baby it's over. We can't go on this way
I thought I loved you, but I still love him" She said "take care, OK?"
"And please don't look my way when you see me on the street
We will still be strangers when we meet"
I never really thought that you'd leave him your home and family
"I got my own life. You still got your wife" she whispered tenderly
"And please don't look my way when you see me on the street
We will still be strangers when we meet"
All throughout this troubled time Times like this wish you were mine
I spend my nights and days thinking of you
Sometimes lie awake at night I think of you and it's alright
I spend my nights and days thinking of you
She told me Sunday "Baby it's over We can't go on this way
I thought I loved you but I still love him" She said "Take care, OK?"
"And please don't look my way when you see me on the street
We will still be strangers when we meet
Please don't look my way when you see me on the street
We will still be strangers when we meet
COWBELL FEVER (Patrick Steele)
What's that I hear? Is that the cowbell, baby?
Oooh! I got a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell! Give it to me baby!
Yeah I ain't no "Mississippi Queen" "Don't Fear The Reaper" baby
"Hold Me" baby and let me stand next to your "Fire"
Oooo "Do It Again" and don't change those "Evil Ways"
That's a "Jungle Love" baby and it's "Unbelievable"
We're rollin' on rollin' on to that cowbell beat
Let's go "Down On The Corner" and see if we can see a "Honky Tonk Woman"
Hope she don't look like "Frankenstein" I know it's "Late In The Evening"
"Rock 'n Roll" baby It's not a "Funk #49" but a Funk #50
We're gonna "Dance The Night Away" and "Play That Funky Music" white boy
rollin' on rollin' on to that cowbell beat
Yeah this is the Steele Brothers, "We're An American Band"
We know how to rock and roll, we know how to use that cowbell
so it's the cock and the walk, baby!
You want you want more cowbell? We're gonna give it to ya baby!
Cause it's the rage So get up and dance you can't just sit there and tap your feet
It's a gold record, baby! Produced by the one and only Bruce Dickinson
that's right rollin' on rollin' on to that cowbell beat
My brothers said to me they said "Pat, this is a rock and roll song
so please, PLEASE don't add no cheese!" I said "OK, baby you got it!
but you see the cheese is what I do best! You guys add the blues
and I add the cheese" that's right baby, that's right
rollin' on rollin' on to that cowbell beat
Well that's the show for now, the Steele brothers are signing off
You all come back now, hear?
OPEN UP YOUR DOOR (L. Brown, R. Bloodworth)
Left you at eight came back at nine
Coz you got love it sure is fine
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
Come on now and open up your door
Well it ought to be such a long long time
When you're eighteen stop on by
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
Come on now and open up your door
I said a I I said a I I said a I I said a I
I said a I I I I I wanna love you some more
I'm all on fire My love inside
Gotta big desire And I ain't lyin'
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
I said a I wanna love you some more
Come on now and open up your door
I said a I I said a I I said a I I said a I
I said a I I I I
I'M NOT OVER YOU (M. Stipe, Patrick Steele)
I feel great you lied to save my feelings
Truth convened my head smashed through the ceiling
Lost the fight and you were right Everything in black and white
I sulked away to lick my thin skin
I met you through on on-line dating
When to meet me you were debating
Asked me my likes to convey Long walks on the beach? no way!
Hoping it that it was the truth I was stating
And I'm not over you I'm not over you
We met one evening at a local Big Boy
My honesty was something you did enjoy
I loved your eyes your pretty smile
We sat and talked for quite a while
Another date we decided to employ
And I'm not over you I'm not over you
(keyboard solo)
And I'm not over you I'm not over you
I'm not sure what exactly did go wrong
That is what I'm contemplating in this song
Was it no money? wasn't funny Lost your job your nose was runny
In the end I knew our love wasn't for long
And I'm not over you I'm not over you
I'm not over you I'm still not over you
LITTLE WHITE WART (Patrick Steele)
Oh my God what can I do
It's big as a dime and really white too
People walk by and they stretch their necks
To see my little white wart with the ugly black specks
I've had this wart for four long years
It won't go away despite all the cures
It's been frozen, patched and picked
I hope someday I'll have it licked
I've tried everything to make it go away
But I'll guess I'll have to face the fact
That it's here to stay
I'm tired of putting a band-aid on it
To hide the obvious ugliness
Everyone walks by and they stretch their necks
To see my little white wart with the ugly black specks
I'll try anything to make it clear up my ear
It keeps coming back bigger and that's my biggest fear
Well it's gone for now only temporarily
Oh my little white wart
My ear looks OK for everyone to see
Oh my little white wart
My little white wart oh oh
My little white wart oh oh
(fade)
