Why Worry? (Remastered 1996) - Dire Straits

Ah loving you is easy you are on my side We play the game strictly to our rules We led the field a love affair Which made all other lovers fools Oh How can you ever let me down How can you ever let me down How can you ever let me down These promises are made for us We promised that we'd always have time for each other Whenever I needed you'd be there We promised to be true there'd be no other We promised that for ever we would care Oh How can you ever let me down How can you ever let me down How can you ever let me down These promises are made for us We had to change But you stayed the same You wouldn't change Oh what a shame Cos loving you's not easy you're not on my side We play a game with two sets of rules We lead the field in a love affair Ah strictly meant for fools Oh Why did you ever let me down Why did you ever let me down Why did you ever let me down Those promises were made for us You never have any time for me Whenever I need you you're not there You've never been true and it's plain to see The fact is you never really cared Oh Why did you ever let me down Why did you ever let me down Why did you ever let me down Those promises were made for us

I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of the man Ah we are the chosen, we're the partisan alright Well the cause it is noble and the cause it is just We are ready to pay with our lives if we must Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side Now I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war And we don't give a damn who the killing is for Yeah it's the same old story with a different name Death or glory, it's the killing game Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side Oh nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night Right become a wrong, the left become the right And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side Gonna ride across the river deep and wide Ride across the river to the other side

Well, you tried it just for once, found it all right for kicks But now you found out that it's a habit that sticks And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Sneaking in the back door with dirty magazines Now your mother wants to know what all those stains on your jeans And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah You get in a heat, you get in a sulk But you still keep a beating your meat to pulp And you're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict You're a kid Casanova. you're a no Joseph It's a labour of love, fuckin' yourself to death Orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ahh! You're makin' out with school kids Winos and heads of state You even made it with the lady Who puts the little plastic bobins on the Christmas cakes Butcher's assistants and bellhops You've had them all here and there Children of God and their joy-strings International women with no body hair Ooh, so where they're askin' in an alley and your voice ain't steady If sex mechanic's rough, you're more than ready You're an orgasm addict You're an orgasm addict Johnny want fuckie always and all ways He's got the energy, he will amaze He's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict He's always at it He's always at it And he's an orgasm addict He's an orgasm addict

I am just an ageing drummer boy And in the wars I used to play And I've called a tune to many a torture session Now they say I am a war criminal And I'm fading away Father, please hear my confession I have legalized robbery Called it belief I have run with the money I have a-hid like a thief Re-written history With my armies and my crooks Invented memories I did burn all the books And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well I tried to be meek I have tried to be mild But I spat like a woman And I sulked like a child I have lived behind walls That have made me alone Striven for peace Which I never have known And I can still hear his laughter And I can still hear his song The man's too big The man's too strong Well the sun rose on the courtyard And they all did hear him say You always was a Judas But I backed you anyway You may have got your silver But I swear upon my life Your sister gave me diamonds And I give 'em to your wife Oh Father, please help me For I have done wrong The man's too big The man's too strong

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like. Church bell clinging on just a trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions

I seen a girl on a one-way corridor Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes Queen rollerball And enchanté, what can I say? Don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips Says, "Toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck grease her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night Sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communiqué You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he can talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Communication

Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues I can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah Oh, yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV It's nothing but the same old news Well, they can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Alright, yeah, blues Blues Oh yeah Blues Alright