1. COLD SWEAT

I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet

Cold, cold sweat

They say chances on the outside
Are looking very slim
I've been so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm going to win

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet

Cold, cold sweat

I've got me a whole month's wages
I haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to Las Vegas

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet

Cold, cold sweat

I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet


2. BAD HABITS

I seen you walking down the street with another man
Girl you're really shocking
I seen you walking down the street with another hand
Held in your stockings

Boys will be boys and girls will be trouble
And I'm a man of bad habits
I seen you walking down the street with another man
Girl I had to have it

Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits

You and I we should meet
Yeah, you and I we should get together
Me and you and I should meet
In the rain and stormy weather

Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits

No messing around
Now's the time to start

Boys will be boys and girls will be trouble
And I'm a man of bad habits
I seen you walking down the street with another girl
Man I had to have it

I know it gets into your brain
Sometimes it dribbles and goes in your veins
I tell you this boys is the same
This boy's got bad habits

You and I should meet
You and I we should get together
You and I, you know we should meet
Hey babe, check it out the stormy weather

Bad habits
I got bad habits
I got bad habits


3. ANGEL OF DEATH

Oh my god
There's millions of them!

I've seen a fire start in frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their God for mercy
But their God didn't listen
So they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen hitler's storm troopers
March right across the maginot line

I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a french philosopher
By the name of nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land

A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, I ask you
Do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his God he said, have mercy, mercy!

His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night
He was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

I think they've got now!


4. DON'T BELIEVE A WORD

Oh my god
There's millions of them!

I've seen a fire start in frisco
The day that the earth quaked
I've seen buildings a-blazing
Throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children
Crying out to their god for mercy
But their god didn't listen
So they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground
In the great disaster

I was hanging out in berlin
In the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine
I've seen hitler's storm troopers
March right across the maginot line

I've seen two world wars
I've seen men send rockets out into space
I foresee a holocaust
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep undergound
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a french philosopher
By the name of nostradamus
Who prophesised that in the late twentieth century
An angel of death shall waste this land

A holocaust the likes of which
This planet had never seen
Now, i ask you
Do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside
The night that my father died
He was crying out in pain
To his god he said, "have mercy, mercy!"

His body was riddled with a disease
Unknown to man so he expected no cure
But before he died that night

He was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

I think they've got now!