Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
If you're havin' trouble with the high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You want to graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do
Pick up the phone
I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey
I lead a life of crime
He's givin' you the blues
You want to graduate but not in 'is bed
Here's what you gotta do
Pick up the phone
I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring
36 24 36 hey
I lead a life of crime
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
You got problems in your life of love
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start, fella
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
You got a broken heart
He's double dealin' with your best friend
That's when the teardrops start, fella
Pick up the phone
I'm here alone
Or make a social call
Come right in
Forget about him
We'll have ourselves a ball
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
If you got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night and day
Enough to drive ya nuts
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee
I'm happy to be
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night and day
Enough to drive ya nuts
Pick up the phone
Leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee
I'm happy to be
Your back door man
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap yeah
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap yeah
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT
Done dirt cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done dirt cheap
Done dirt cheap
Neckties, contracts, high voltage
Done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds
Do anything you wanna do
Done dirty cheap
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds
Done dirt cheap
Do anything you wanna do
Done dirty cheap
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds
Done dirt cheap
Source: Lyricfind
Songwriters: Angus Young / Malcolm Young / Ronald Belford Scott
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap lyrics © BMG Rights Management
MOB LANDMARKS
- Shelley lived in a house, in Logan, that former, FBI agent, who was involved in taking down, Baby Face Nelson, Chicago mobster, lived in, at the time, she told me I needed to find and new place . . . that was like telling a 5 years old, fresh poisoned, to find an apartment . . . I met, Brett, later that day, while standing out in front of Albertsons--he took me for a ride, to see, his families, 23 acres, farm in Mt. Sterling, and, wanted me to stay . . . I did for 18 months, I believe it was a setup!
- same time as, Elliot's band, was, getting ready to release, God's Revolver hit, Little Black Horse . . . Elliot and Chris, came with Isaac, to visit me and I heard the new CD, let me hear that again, THE FUCKING DOORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO GOOD!
- Zion Harley Davidson, would have paid whatever God's Revolver, wanted, to play at their hosted, Hog Rally, back in like 2010 or 2011! Rowdy western epic!
- I gave, one of my clients, Allan Rex Bess, before he was, Frank of Interpol, and he, a CD of Elliot's, God's Revolver, and this might have been, his first, CD with Sony, but, he was a music lover and buff, and, after about a week, proud, mama, attorney, asked her client, what he thought of the music . . . it is so good, I haven't got passed the first guitar or bass riff!
- Shelley, Jesse, Tiffany, after, I left, Brett, a year and a half later, were burning, tons of CDs, with the word, "BANDIT" on all of them. Jesse and Tiffany were doing bank runs, every fucking night! Brett was dropping in now and again, but, I think, he rehooked up with Shelley . . . the Pep Boyz, kicked in, and the money started to roll, Shelley was making trips to Las Vegas, hooked in with the mob, and bikers, down there
- Shelley' family started to apply for credit cards and bank accounts, like crazy, and probably on MY GOOD CREDIT, Shelley had my driver's license, and, my social security card(s) back, in about, 2005 or 6!
- the interesting thing about them, and that, time period, was, Shelley and Brett, seemed to be in cahoots with the cops! All mobsters have dirty cops on the payroll, always!
- significant warnings, through, God Intel, "Mormons and Mobsters"; "I Married the Mob"; "I Married an Axe Murderer" . . . Hastings, tried to stop me and Brett from checking something out, Brett go furious, and they said because he had that, movie, but, Brett denied it, I took it as a warning, that he might kill me, was on guard, all time! "Ned Lloyd"; Joann Going Down" and "Stewart Bliss" . . . always a meaning behind, the titles
- I SERVED TWO PURPOSES: (1) THE COPS WERE SCARED SHITLESS OF ME, BECAUSE OF KILLING ASSET FORFEITURE, AND GETTING 9 FEDERAL AGENTS AND ATTORNEYS, FIRED, AS GENERAL COUNSEL FOR THE UTAH MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, STOPPED, FRAUD UNITS, NATIONWIDE, AND THE FEDS NEVER RECOVERED! (2) I HAD THE GREAT RESUME, AS A CONSTITUTIONAL LAW ATTORNEY, KAY WAS, JUST A TORTS ATTORNEY, LAW I COULD DO IN MY SLEEP! AS THE MOB GREW, SHELLEY COULDN'T HANDLE, THE LEGAL SHIT, SO THEY BROUGHT KAY IN! IT WAS VITAL THEY HAD AN ATTORNEY, ON BOARD, BECAUSE, NOBODY ELSE HAD THE EARNING CAPACITY I DID AND DO! USE HER FOR THE BLOGGING TOO!
- often, as, I wrote my blog, and at times, concerned about, where the locator, showed me, always, posted, PACIFIC TIME, unless, it posted, CHICAGO TIME! I was mostly in the Mountain time zone, until, late, 2016, but, I did go to Seatac, in 2013, when, I started the blog, missed, Elliot, started to write about his band and music, while in Seatac, that is when the MOB, had to deal with, the COPPER RED HEAD, FLAME, MY ROCKER, and bump, dip shit, cop cunt kid, Isaac, punk ass fucker, out, then, they brought in DEXTER, James Kennedy's, version of Elliot! The Irish mob contribution, and probably, doing it to this day . . . he, grafted in, meeting me at the Pov, several, years ago . . . just like Brett's kid, I noticed, him, swipe snow off a bumper, one day, and it reminded me so much, of, a standard, move, Elliot used, when, playing his guitar . . . same hair, same build, said he was a poet, and musician, said, I reminded him of his mother . . . HE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE ELLIOT, ON STAGE, WITH LIGHTING, NOBODY WOULD KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BACK THEN! NOW EL, HAS HIS HEAD SHAVED AND A BIG BURLY BEARD, OR HIS PICTURE, DOES, FROM ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO!
- it was interesting, to hear that ex-mobster, after, looking up the CIA H.I.V.E. hacking program, that they, the CIA, can hack, and make it look, like another country, hacked, like, HELLO, RUSSIA! He is the one, who advises kids to stay out of the Mob, because, you will end up dead, or in prison . . . if you were to read my blog and his words, we are both on the same side on cops, on the Constitution, and on corruption, and he is the one who looks, like Brett, I am, like, watch, Brett turn, states, evidence and get off scott-free, and, be a preacher, after all this shit, he and his mobster buddies and friends, ex-sisters and ex-former, friends, too, but, the MOB LOVES ME, BECAUSE, I PROTECT THEIR RIGHTS TOOOOOOOOOO, FROM DIRTY, FEDS, WHO CHEAT TO GET WINS! THEY DON'T NEED TO BECAUSE THEY HAVE SO MANY TOOLS AT THEIR DISPOSAL, AND THEY, WILL LOSE THE FAITH AND CREDIBILITY OF THE PUBLIC! WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN, IF THEY, THE PUBLIC, KNEW, COPS WERE BEHIND, STEALING, MY SONS' MUSIC, MY DAUGHTER'S BOOK MONEY, AND, EVERY FUCKING DIME I HAD MADE IN THE LAST 20 YEARS, INCLUDING STEALING MY IDENTITY?
- Hoo-hoo
This is a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose
They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso
That's where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle
Bobbie Sue took the money and runHoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
Go on, take the money and run
Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
Go on, take the money and runHoo-hoo-hoo, billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He ain't gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin' off of the people's taxes
Bobbie Sue, whoa, whoa, she slipped away
Billy Joe caught up to her the very next dayThey got the money, hey, you know they got away
They headed down south and they're still running today
Singin' go on take the money and runGo on, take the money and run
Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
Oh lord, go on, take the money and run
Hoo-hoo-hoo
Hey, yeah, go on, take the money and run, yeah (yeah)
Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
Oh lord, go on, take the money and run, yeah (yeah)
Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run, oh lordSource: LyricfindSongwriters: Steve MillerTake the Money and Run lyrics © Sailor Music
Counting Stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting starsI see this life
Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my faces flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
The old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I, feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel aliveLately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting starsI feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is a four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I, feel something so wrong
But doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna flyLately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
But baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollarsWe'll be, we'll be counting starsTake that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learnedTake that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learnedTake that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learnedTake that money and watch it burn
Sink in the river the lessons I learnedEverything that kills me makes me feel aliveLately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be
Baby I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting starsSource: LyricfindSongwriters: Ryan TedderCounting Stars lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCBRETT AND I, USED TO SIT OUTSIDE ON WARM, SUMMER, NIGHTS, WATCH THE STARS AND SATELLITES, GO BY, MAKE LOVE UNDER THE STARS . . . GOOD LOVIN' GONE BAD! THIS SONG ALWAYS, REMINDS ME OF HIM.
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