SUPAGROUP

SUPAGROUP – “HAIL! HAIL!”

1. Hail! Hail!

2. Lion (In The Age Of The Cage)

3. Where’d You Put The Whiskey?

4. That’s Enough Boys

5. Sexy Summertime

6. Down He Goes

7. Along The Yangtze

8. Revolution No. 99

9. Back In The Game

10. Let Me Tell You

11. Never Bring A Knife To A Gunfight

12. The Sun Will Still Shine

HAIL! HAIL!

Everybody wants to have a good time,

Stick in the mud can stay right there,

I’m a believer in the good times,

The good old days are still right here,

Maybe I’m crazy in the head,

Never gonna buy rock and roll is dead,

Maybe I’m stupid in the face,

You’ll be smokin’ my rock after just one taste,

Cause I love it, in the middle of the night

Cause I need it, when I never go to bed,

Hail! Hail! Rock and Roll,

Let me hear the people in the front row go,

Hail! Hail! Rock and Roll,

Cause I love it, I need it, Oh! Oh Yeah!

All my life I been looking for a reason,

Make it worthwhile to get me out of bed,

All my rocking, all my rolling,

Still the only reason that I ever had,

Let me hear you say Hail! (Hail! Hail!)

This song’s gone forever,

There’s no beginning or an end,

You know the words by heart,

Even a child can understand.

They said it didn’t matter,

They said it’s all been done,

But watch out non-believers,

You know I’ve only just begun

LION (IN THE AGE OF THE CAGE)

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!

I’m a lion! I’m a lion!

I’m a lion in the age of the cage,

Lion in the age of the cage,

Long mane, sharp tongue, sharp claws,

Insane, eats meat, and broads,

Wild eyed, predator, killer,

Deep fried, beggar, thriller,

They built a cage to keep me out,

And keep my prey within,

Stomach growls, growing tight,

As darkness closes in,

Lion in the age of the cage my friend,

Lion in the age of the cage,

I’m a lion in the age of the cage my friend,

Lion in the age of the cage,

Well the strong go hungry and the weak survive,

The strong go hungry and the weak survive,

I’m a lion! I’m a lion!

I’m a lion in the age of the cage,

Lion in the age of the cage,

No pride, play coy, destroy,

Tan hide, no joy, eat soy,

Will kill, for thrills, instinct,

No thrills, tiger pills, extinct,

They built a cage to keep me out,

And keep my prey within,

Stomach growls, growing tight,

As darkness closes in,

Pretty tough to be a lion these days,

They want to keep you away from your prey,

Don’t want to scare the sheep in the meat factory

WHERE’D YOU PUT THE WHISKEY?

Hey, where’d you put the whiskey?

Hey! Where’d you put the whiskey?

Hey You! How you doin’? Good to see you folks again,

Tell you what, do me a favor, please don’t give him nothing,

He’s had a little, just a little, trouble with the hard stuff,

And Mr. Liver, yeah Mr. Liver, I think he’s givin’ up,

Hey man, are you okay? God it’s plain to see,

You could really use a break, don’t you go a dyin’ on me,

Don’t you go dying.

I don’t know what to do, something has gone so wrong,

I don’t know what to do, something is gone, so,

Hey, where’d you put the whiskey?

Hey! Where’d you put the whiskey?

What’s that? Oh it’s you. He did what? Where? When?

I just put him to bed, guess I’ll get up and help my friend,

Who gave him that other stuff? I thought we kept it from him,

He must have sniffed it out, can’t take it like me and dem,

Hey man, are you okay? What’d you get a hold of?

How much did you take? Don’t’ you go a dyin’ on me,

Don’t’ you go dyin’, I really mean it this time,

Hey, where’d you put the whiskey?

Hey, you don’t need no more whiskey.

THAT’S ENOUGH BOYS

Everybody knows,

That there’s something not right, (not right, not right),

You push it down every morning,

And in the middle of the night,

They say, “Oh my God, would you listen to him?

Would someone please make him go away?

You ain’t no prophet, you’re a cynic,

And you don’t mean a single word you say”,

You want more? Well there ain’t no more,

You want it all? Well you been blackballed,

I heard enough boys, I heard enough,

That’s enough boys, that’s enough,

They got your wallet,

They got your eyeballs too (not right, not right),

They got your mind in a headlock,

They bought all of you,

Give them an inch,

And they’ll take it a mile,

They make you sing for your supper,

You think it’s all worthwhile,

You want more? Well there ain’t no more,

You want it all? Well you been blackballed,

I heard enough boys, I heard enough,

That’s enough boys, that’s enough,

I’m so tired of hearing you talk,

So let me be the first one to tell you,

To shut the fuck up.

SEXY SUMMERTIME

Sexy summertime, in the summer

Plastic cup of wine, I love the summertime,

Ice and turpentine, in the summer,

With some friends of mine, everybody sing y’all,

And in the summertime you lose your inhibitions,

You want another? Sure, it ain’t no imposition,

We can get away to Redneck Riviera,

Call in sick to work with sunshine influenza,

What’s so wrong?

It won’t be long,

Before summer’s gone,

Let’s make the most of now,

While the sun is still around,

Let’s make some company,

Baby it’s just you and me,

We’ll make mountains of love,

Sexy summertime, in the summer

Plastic cup of wine, I love the summertime,

Ice and turpentine, in the summer,

With some friends of mine, everybody sing y’all,

Secret barbeque, delicious,

Fill the baby pool, babylicious,

White bikini lines, I got a notion,

To ease your troubled mind, in the ocean,

DOWN HE GOES

The count is three when he leaves the canvas,

He’s all right, it’s been a long fight,

He keeps moving til he’s saved by the bell,

It’s been all night, he’s all right,

Bits and pieces rattle round his brain,

He’s a satellite, streaking round the world,

He keeps going though there’s nothing left,

He’ll keep fighting til the bitter end,

Nother round, oh Lord,

Stay down,

Another round, oh Lord,

He’s gotta know that he’s killing himself,

Down he goes,

Will he come back? Nobody knows.

Down he goes,

But will he come back? Nobody knows.

Relief is waiting in the towel for him,

He waves it off, won’t let it in,

Back in the battle for another round,

The crowd screams as he hits the ground,

Count on him to get back on his feet,

Always, always,

Every time he can find the rage,

Always, always,

“Ooh baby, it’s driving me crazy,

I’m a winner, yeah I’m a winner,

I’ll keep fighting til the bitter end.”

He keeps getting up, keeps getting up,

Keeps getting up, keeps getting up.

ALONG THE YANGTZE

REVOLUTION NO. 99

I was born in the nuclear fire,

Temperature’s rising higher and higher,

You think your power will keep you around?

When the mob comes to burn it down?

This ain’t gonna be no peaceful revolution,

Blood’s gonna run in the streets today,

I am the lightning that starts the fire,

I am thunder’s resounding reply,

Revolution! In the streets!

It’s a revolution! You’re dead meat!

They got your money, they got your balls,

They took your mind, they took it all,

You think your power will keep you around?

When the mob comes to burn it down?

This ain’t gonna be no peaceful revolution,

Blood’s gonna run in the streets today,

I am the lightning that starts the fire,

I am thunder’s resounding reply,

Revolution! In the streets!

It’s a revolution! You’re dead meat!

Heads are gonna roll,

I said heads are gonna roll,

Let ‘em roll!

BACK IN THE GAME

There’s work to do, ain’t gonna be purty,

The time is now, to get your hands dirty, C’mon,

So shake that cloud, don’t need to tell you,

Ain’t going down, the riff compels you,

Cause I’m back in the game, (Back in the game),

Yeah I’m back in the game, (Back in the game),

And I’m coming for you,

Cause I’m back in the game (Back in the game),

Yeah I’m back in the game, (Back in the game),

And I’m coming, yeah I’m coming, coming for you,

It’s up to me to blow your fuses,

Here comes the fire, no more excuses,

You’re tired and old, and giving up on it,

Your talk is week, I gotsta call it,

If you’re gonna rage, Let it rage,

If you’re gonna rage, Let it rage

LET ME TELL YOU

Let me tell you bout record stores,

Let me tell you bout rock and roll stars,

They seemed to fall from the sky like burning fire,

Let me tell you bout living on the edge,

Waking up in gutters and skipping out on rent,

Thumb in the air, like a leaf in the wind,

To the ends of the earth and back again,

Let me tell you bout honky-tonks,

And old beauty queens,

Let me tell you bout the Chinese Hicks,

Living the American dream

Let me tell you,

Let me tell you bout kicking ass,

And not a Karaoke contest,

Lunatics with a point of view,

Were washed, and washed away,

Let me tell you bout digging in,

Stubborn as hell though I’ll never win,

I’m a jerk or a genius no matter what I choose,

So what have I got to lose?

Let me tell you bout honky-tonks,

And old beauty queens,

Let me tell you bout the Chinese Hicks,

Living the American dream

Let me tell you the story whole,

Bout a time before the fun patrol,

And I’ll tell you without hyperbole,

Let me tell you, tell you bout rock and roll,

NEVER BRING A KNIFE TO A GUNFIGHT

What’s a kid to do when he’s out on his own?

Family’s washed away with his home,

Mansions on the Avenue sparkle in the night,

Put a round in the chamber as the streetcar rolls by,

From the Mayor to the cops to the goons at city hall,

A greased handshake says it all,

Politicians on the take while we’re dying in the streets,

Enough is enough ain’t’ enough for me,

Come on, alright,

No one’s gonna spoil my fun tonight,

It’s the way of the gun, the riddle of steel,

Down in New Orleans we keep it real,

Life comes cheap in this crescent town,

Why pull yourself up just to be held down?

Envy in the eyes of the have-nots stare,

While they feed at the trough up on capital hill,

Mama’s got a needle in her arm all day,

Only fourteen but I gotta get paid,

Heart made of stone in this little kid,

Devil made me do it, then I did it again,

You get the chance you better go for the kill,

Whites of their eyes means to fire at will,

Better watch your back after midnight,

Flashing of metal in the pale moonlight,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

Summertime heat turns a man to wood,

Shoes on a wire, up to no good,

Checking windows, watching out for cops,

Creeping through the neighborhood,

Hands in the air! Nobody Move!

Heroes die first I got nothing to prove,

I will end your life, blowing in the wind,

Devil made me do it, then I did it again,

You get the chance you better go for the kill,

Whites of their eyes means to fire at will,

Better watch your back after midnight,

Flashing of metal in the pale moonlight,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

All the streets are filled with children at night,

Grab on to your hat and hold on tight,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

All the streets are filled with children at night,

Vampires dance until the morning light,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

Devil may care if it’s wrong or right,

Target on your back under cover of night,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

Working overtime on an alibi,

I don’t give a damn about your life,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

All the streets are filled with children at night,

Try to run and hide but you’re in my sights,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

Better watch your back after midnight,

You’re all alone ain’t a cop in sight,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight,

Pray to the gods that I spare your life,

All the streets are filled with children at night,

Never bring a knife to a gunfight.

AND THE SUN WILL STILL SHINE

Well I’ve never been clever, when I shout at the weather,

I just raise my fist and I yell,

Like many of the things, I can’t seem to bring,

Under the power of my will,

Wish I could believe,

That someday I’m gonna change,

Wish I could believe,

In more than Somedays, more than Somedays,

Shine on, shine on, shine on me,

I wish my sinnin’ was pickin’ and grinnin’,

While the whirlwind blows,

Guess it ain’t in my make up, to be calm in the shake up,

Whose outcome the Lord only knows,

Getting down is a pattern I frown on,

But I can’t seem to help it sometimes,

When you expect so much of the world, but the world,

The world pays no mind,

And the Sun will still shine,

When the rain goes away,

And the Sun will still shine,

Shine on, shine on, shine on me,

Sometimes I wish I’d heard dear old Dad,

He said, “Keep your feet on the ground”,

This was hard to swallow, cause he didn’t follow,

The advice of his very own mouth,

And just like me, the world disappoints him constantly,

Yet he still believes, he believes,

In Someday.

SUPAGROUP

“HAIL! HAIL!”

Produced and Engineered by Benji Lee

Mixed by Kevin “Caveman” Shirley

Chris Lee – Vocals, Rhythm Guitar

Benji Lee – Lead Guitar, Vocals, Keyboards

Leif R. Swift – Bass

Michael Brueggen – Drums and Percussion

Published by Brothers Lee Number One Publishing Co. Inc. (BMI).

Danko Jones appears on “That’s Enough Boys”.

Additional engineering on “That’s Enough Boys” by Vic Florencia.

Mastered by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound.