Well, I don't need no beast of burden My back is broke, my feet are hurting Now all I want is you to make love to me I don't need no beast of burden I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting And all I want is you to make love to me Now am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see Never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Put some music on the radio Now come on, baby, please Now am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see, alright You're such a pretty, pretty, pretty Such a pretty girl A pretty, pretty, pretty Such a pretty girl, ooh, ooh Now, now, come on, baby, please Well, you can put me out On the street Put me out With no shoes on my feet Now put me out, put me out Put me out of misery I tell you now, all your affection I sucked it up Now throw it all at me I'll shrug it off Now there's one little thing, baby That you don't understand Now you keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man Ain't I rough enough? Ain't I tough enough? Ain't I rich enough, in love enough? Now, come on baby, please, come on Well I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never be your beast of burden I'll never, (never) never (never) Never, never never be I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broke, my, my feet are hurting But I'll never (never) never (never) Never, never, never be Thank you Now we're gonna slow it right down for you Do something romantic Something sad Ya'll ready?

I am the monument I am the shining light I stand alone I stand forever I am the monument I am the guiding light I stand as the archetype I stand for perfection I carry the burden I shoulder the weight I carry the burden My pleasure is pain We are the monument We are the shining light We stand together We stand forever We are the monument We are the guiding light We demand an audience We demand perfection We carry the burden We will share the weight We carry the burden Our pleasure is pain

There are murders that we must account for Bloody deeds have been done in my name Criminal acts we must pay for And our children will shoulder the blame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame As a nation we follow in blindness No one stops to question why Our money's supporting an army And a boy in Soweto dies I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame Must we go on ignoring forever The cries of an African son There's a soldier's hand on a trigger But it's we who are pointing the gun I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame I'm a British subject not proud of it While I carry the burden of shame

I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer They tell me I am just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you Still I see your face, and wonder, were you once an outcast too? God help the outcasts, hungry from birth Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth The lost and forgotten, they look to you still God help the outcasts, or nobody will I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I God help the outcasts, the poor and downtrod I thought we all were the children of God I don't know if there's a reason Why some are blessed, some not Why the few you seem to favor They fear us, flee us, try not to see us God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn Seeking an answer to why they were born Winds of misfortune have blown them about You made the outcasts, don't cast them out The poor and unlucky, the weak and the odd I thought we all were children of God

Hello, Harry Well, Hello Louie It's so nice to be back home where I belong You're looking swell, Danny I can tell, Manny You're still glowin', you're still crowin' You're still goin' strong I feel the room swayin' For the band's playin' One of my old favorite songs from way back when So bridge that gap, fellas Find me an empty lap, fellas Dolly'll never go away again! Hello, Dolly Well, Hello Dolly! It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're looking swell, Dolly We can tell, Dolly You're still glowin', you're still crowin' You're still goin' strong We feel the room swayin' For the band's playin' One of your old favorite songs from way back when So Here's my hat fellas I'm stayin' where I'm at, fellas Promise you'll never go away again I went away from the lights of Fourteenth Street And into my personal haze But now that I'm back in the lights of Fourteenth Street Tomorrow will be brighter than the good old days Those good old days Hello Dolly, Well Hello (Hey look it's!) Dolly Glad to see you Hank, let's thank my lucky star Your lucky star Oh, you're lookin' great, Stanley Mmh I think you lost a little bit of weight, Stanley Isn't that right? Dolly's overjoyed and overwhelmed and quite over par I hear the ice tinkle See the lights twinkle And you still get glances from us handsome men (To be specific) So (You're all terrific) Golly gee, fellas Find me a vacant knee, fellas Dolly'll never go away again! (Ah look out boys) (I've got it all on tonight) (Stay out of my way) (Let's bring it on home!) Well, well hello, Dolly Well hello, Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly We can tell, Dolly You're still glowin', you're still crowin' You're still goin' strong I hear the ice tinkle See the lights twinkle And you still get glances from us handsome men So Wow wow wow, fellas Hey, Yeah! Look at the old girl now, fellas (Wow!) Dolly'll never go away again!

I am the captain and this is my shrine. Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind. River in flames, cities on fire. Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire. Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean, Throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine. She is my wife. Her mechanical heart Constantly serving 'til death do us part. Now a glorious war draws to a close. The yellow winds blow. And I have to know. Oh industry, whatever will become of me? Soon the cruel rains will start. Is it true we must part company? Oh industry, whatever will become of me? What have I ever done? Where did I go wrong? Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I, Leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky. A labor of love is the truest of all. But will I be forsaken after the fall? Now a glorious war draws to a close. The yellow winds blow. And I have to know. Oh industry, whatever will become of me? Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy. Oh industry, whatever will become of me? Of me? Industry, charity, faith, hope. Industry, charity, faith, hope. Industry, charity, faith, hope. Industry, charity, faith, hope. Industry, charity, faith, hope