Meat Loaf — Bat out of Hell II: Back into Hell… Songs by Jim Steinman

1 I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) 11:55
2 Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back 7:59
3 Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through 5:41
4 It Just Won’t Quit 7:19
5 Out of the Frying Pan (And into the Fire) 7:27
6 Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are 10:15
7 Wasted Youth * 2:45
8 Everything Louder Than Everything Else 7:58
9 Good Girls Go to Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) 6:50
10 Back into Hell * 2:44
11 Lost Boys and Golden Girls 4:23

Written, Produced and Arranged by Jim Steinman
Co-Arranged by Meat Loaf and the musicians
Associate Producer and Recording Engineer: Steve Rinkoff
Mixed by David Thoener
Associate Producer: Roy Bittan
Background vocals arranged by Todd Rundgren
* Mixed by Steve Rinkoff
Additional Engineering (L.A.): Steve Holroyd
Assistant Engineering (L.A.): Dan Gellert
Second Assistant Engineers: Chris Albert, Matthew "Boomer" LaMonica, Steve Boyer, Mark Guilbeault, Bill Gardner, Brandon Harris, Victor Deyglio, Rory Romano
Recorded at Ocean Way Recording (L.A.) and The Power Station (N.Y.)
Mixed at Record Way (L.A.) and The Power Station (N.Y.)
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound (N.Y.)
Project Coordinators: Carol Peters and Don Ketteler

Mrs. Loud appears courtesy of MCA Records
Gunnar Nelson appears courtesy of DGC Records
Matthew Nelson appears courtesy of DGC Records
Bill Payne appears courtesy of Morgan Creec Records

Management: Allan Kovac, Jeff Sydney, and Tommy Manzi, Left Bank Management
Business Management: Bernie Gilhuly, Hecht and Company, P.G., Inc. Los Angeles and New York
North American Booking: Jonathan Levine, The William Morris Company
Flood Control: Terry and Gail Coen
International Booking: John Giddings, Solo Agency, New York
Silver Screen Advisors: Bill Butler and Joel Roman
Homecoming Queen: Pearl Aday
Best Actress, Home Drama Series: Amanda Aday
Travel Agents: Happy Holidays Travel (Norwalk, CT) and Real Time Travel (L.A.)
The Best: Harry Medcalf and Maria
Attorney: Gary Stiffelman, Esq., Ziffren, Brittenham & Branca
Throat Guy: Dr. Ed Lane
Godfather: Earl Shuman
Other Kid: Jodi Rosnick
Timekeeper: Mashawn Nix
Baseball Mgr.: Dan Hecht
Fan Club: Meat Loaf, c/o Left Bank Management, 6255 Sunset Boulevard, STE 2100, Los Angeles, CA 90028
Merchandising: Winterland, 100 Harrison Street, 4th Floor, San Francisco, CA 94101
The Band: Steve Buslowe, Mark Alexander, Pat Thrall, Chuck Burgi, Amy Goff, Elaine Goff, Dave Gelis, John Miceli, Paul Jacobs, Dominic Chichetti, Patricia Rousseau
The Crew: Eric Anderson, Matt Jeatt, Jim Staniforth, Carl Gagnon, George Wehrlin, Billy Sheldon, Dave Basone, Tony Roan, Brian Hinchcliffe, Fred Galfas, Simon Touchner, Kim Jeatt, Big Mike, Dave Bell, Louise de Ville Morel, O.B. and Bear.

Cover Art and all other illustrations by Michael Whelan
Portrait of Meat Loaf by Michael Halsband
Art Co-ordination: Joe Pearson
Line Artwork: Hills Archer Ink.

Jim Steinman wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket. He is so hot, he’s on fire.

Special Thanks: Ken Berry, Paul Conroy, Ray Cooper and everyone at Virgin, Al Teller, Richard Parmese and all at MCA, Bill Prescott, John Bochie, Ed Nussbaum, Charles Ortner, Harvey Strickon, Irv Goldman, Jon Podell, Liane and Eunice at William Morris, Fred “Sparky” Pollard, Chris Linwald, Brad Davis, Marti Bailey, Lewis, Lawrence, Laure, Randy, Chrystal, Roger, Ed, July, Harvey, Nina and Lory at Left Bank, Ian and Sunny Ralfini, Bob and Nene Thurman, Ed and Virginia, Don Mattingly and the New York Yankees; and the Super Bowl champs — the Dallas Cowboys, Audrey Whelan, Cindy Thrall, Jane Buslowe.

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May peace prevail on earth.

Special Limited Edition

1 Bat Out of Hell (live) 12:11
2 You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night) (live) 6:42
3 Everything Louder Than Everything Else (live) 9:19

Produced by Meat Loaf
Live arrangements by Meat Loaf and the Neverland Express
Recorded and Mixed by David Thoener
Mobile Recording Unit provided by Effanel Music, New York
Recorded in New York, NY during July 1993

Promo version press release

Here it comes, speeding up the highway — the sequel to ‘Bat Out Of Hell’, the longest-charting record in the history of the music business…

Bat Out Of Hell was one of the biggest selling albums of all time — to date it’s sold in excess of 25 million copies worldwide. Now, with the sound of burning rubber, the winning team of Meat Loaf and Jim Steinman come roaring back with an album more than worthy of the term ‘sequel’: BAT OUT OF HELL II — BACK INTO HELL

Eleven epic tracks! 75 revved-up minutes! With titles like ‘Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back’ and ‘Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are’ you know you’re not dealing with an ordinary album! And with Meat, Jim and many of the same musicians who appeared on the original album all at full throttle, you’re in for a treat!

Look out for the video for the first single ‘I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That)’ — an epic treatment of ‘Beauty And The Beast’. And Meat Loaf’s ‘Back Into Hell’ tour of the UK in December.

Bat out of Hell II
back into hell…

Out 6th September!

Climb aboard — for a journey to hell and back…

Album cover by Michael Whelan. A redish city against a cloudy, blue sky. A man, holding some glowing orb in his hand, speeds on a motorcycle towards a giant bat perched on a skyscraper. Perhaps the man wants to rescue the captured angel.
Album cover, art by Michael Whelan.
Label Cat.No. F. Y. C. Notes
1 Virgin V 2710 LP 1993 UK
2 Virgin VP 2710 LP 1993 UK numbered picture disc, #0047
3 Virgin VIR 129 2LP 1993 ZW double LP, Gramma Records archive copy
4 Virgin CDV 2710 CD 1993 NL (first CD purchased)
5 Virgin CDVDJ 2710 CD 1993 UK promo (press blurb)
6 Virgin 8396352 2CD 1993 UK special lim. ed. incl. bonus tracks
7 MCA MCAD 10699 CD 1993 USA cog shaped case, oversized booklet, signed
8 MCA 088 112 810-2 2CD 2002 USA Deluxe Edition, incl. radio edits
9a Virgin / EMI CDVX 2710 2CD+DVD 2006 EU Collectors Edition incl. live CD and DVD
9b Virgin / EMI Catalogue CD 2006 UK “Digital Only Extras” white label promo

I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)

And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back
I would do anything for love
I’ll never lie to you and that’s a fact

But I’ll never forget the way you feel right now—oh no—no way
And I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No—I won’t do that

Anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
Ha—no I won’t do that …

And some days it don’t come easy
And some days it don’t come hard
Some days it don’t come at all and these are the days that never end

And some nights you’re breathing fire
And some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before or will again

And maybe I’m crazy, but it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me, no-one else can save me now but you
As long as the planets are turning
As long as the stars are burning
As long as your dreams are coming true—you better believe it!

That I would do anything for love
And I’ll be there ’til the final act
And I would do anything for love
And I’ll take a vow and seal a pact

But I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t go all the way—tonight
And I would do anything for love!
Oh—I would do anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

And some days I pray for silence
And some days I pray for soul
Some days I just pray to the God of Sex and Drums and Rock and Roll

Some nights I lose the feeling
And some nights I lose control
Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

Maybe I’m lonely, that’s all I’m qualified to be
There’s just one and only, one and only promise I can keep:
As long as the wheels are turning
As long as the fires are burning
As long as your prayers are coming true—you better believe it!

That I would do anything for love
And you know it’s true and that’s a fact
I would do anything for love
And there’ll never be no turning back

But I’ll never do it better than I do it with you—so long—so long
And I would do anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No—no I won’t do that

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

I would do anything for love
Anything you’ve been dreaming of
But I just won’t do that…

But I’ll never stop dreaming of you, every night of my life—no way
And I would do anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that

Coda:

Girl: Will you raise me up? Will you help me down?
Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

Boy: I can do that!
I can do that!

Girl: Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight?
Can you colorize my life? I’m so sick of black and white!
Can you make it all a little less old?

Boy: I can do that!
Oh—no I can do that!

Girl: Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Boy: Now I can do that!
Oh I can do that!

Girl: Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water if I get too hot?
Will you take me to places I’ve never known?

Boy: I can do that!
Oh no—I can do that!

Girl: After a while you’ll forget everything
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling
And you’ll see that it’s time to move on

Boy: I won’t do that!
I won’t do that!

Girl: I know the territory, I’ve been around
It’ll all turn to dust and we’ll all fall down
Sooner or later you’ll be screwing around

Boy: I won’t do that!
No I won’t do that!

Anything for love
Oh—I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love
But I won’t do that
No I won’t do that …

‘I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t go all the way’ “The Leavetaking” © 1992 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Edward B. Marks Music Co. (BMI)

Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back

(I want my money back!)
(I want my money back!)

It’s all or nothing and nothing’s all I ever get
Every time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out
It’s always something, there’s always something going wrong
That’s the only guarantee, that’s what this is all about

It’s a never-ending attack
Everything’s a lie and that’s a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

And all the morons, and all the stooges with their coins
They’re the ones who make the rules—it’s not a game it’s just a rout
There’s desperation, there’s desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out

And we’re always slipping thru the cracks
When the movie’s over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

(I want my money back!)
(I want my money back!)

What about love?
—It’s defective!

It’s always breaking into half

What about sex?
—It’s defective!

It’s never build to really last

What about your family?
—It’s defective!

All the batteries are shot

What about your friends?
—They’re defective!

All the parts are out of stock

What about hope?
—It’s defective!

It’s corroded and decayed

What about faith?
—It’s defective!

It’s tattered and it’s frayed

What about your Gods?
—They’re defective!

They forgot the warranty

What about your town?
—It’s defective!

It’s a dead end street to me

What about your school?
—It’s defective!

It’s a pack off useless lies!

What about your work
—It’s defective!

It’s a crock and then you die

What about your childhood?
—It’s defective!

It’s dead and buried in the past

What about your future?
—It’s defective!

And you can shove it up your ass!

(I want my money back!)
(life is a lemon)
(I want my money back!)
(life is a lemon, life is a lemon)

It’s all or nothing and nothing’s all I ever get
Every time I turn it on I burn it up and burn it out

It’s a never ending attack
Everything’s a lie and that’s a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!

And we’re always slipping thru the cracks
When the movie’s over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back—back—back—back—back …

(I want my money back!)
(I want my money back!)
(life is a lemon) …

‘The movie’s over — fade to black’ “Thanatos” © 1983 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Edward B. Marks Music Co. (BMI)

Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through

You can’t run away forever
But there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start
You want to shut out the night
You want to shut down the sun
You want to shut away the pieces of a broken heart

Think of how we’d lay down together
We’d be listening to the radio so loud and so strong
Every golden nugget coming like a gift of the gods
Someone must have blessed us when he gave us those songs

I treasure your love—I never want to lose it
You’ve been through the fires of hell
And I know you’ve got the ashes to prove it

I treasure your love—I want to show you how to use it
You’ve been through a lot of pain in the dirt
And I know you’ve got the scars to prove it

Remember everything that I told you
And I’m telling you again that it’s true:
When you’re along and afraid
And you’re completely amazed
To find there is nothing anybody can do

Keep on believing
And you’ll discover baby

There’s always something magic
There’s always something new
And when you really really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through

The beat is yours forever
The beat is always true
And when you really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through … for you…

Once upon a time was a back beat
Once upon a time all the chords came to life
And the angels had guitars even before the had wings
If you hold onto a chorus you can get through the night

I treasure your love—I never want to lose it
You’ve been through the fires of Hell
And I know you’ve got the ashes to prove it

I treasure your love—I want to show you how to use it
You’ve been through a lot of pain in the dirt
And I know you’ve got the scars to prove it

Remember everything that I told you
And I’m telling you again that it’s true:
You’re never alone
‘Cause you can put on the phones
And let the drummer tell your heart what to do

Keep on believing
And you’ll discover baby

There’s always something magic
There’s always something new
And when you really really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through

The beat is yours forever
The beat is always true
And when you really need it the most
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through … for you…

(the beat is yours forever)
(that’s when rock and roll dreams come through)
(the beat is yours forever)
(that’s when rock and roll dreams come through)

(the beat is yours forever)
(that’s when rock and roll dreams come through)
(the beat is yours forever)
(that’s when rock and roll dreams come through) …

‘There’s always something magic’ “Passage: Verge” © 1989 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Music Corporation of America and Lost Boys Music (BMI)

It Just Won’t Quit

And I never really sleep anymore
And I always get those dangerous dreams
And I never get a minute of peace
And I gotta wonder what it means
And I gotta wonder what it means

Maybe it’s nothing and I’m under the weather
Maybe it’s just one of those bugs going round
Maybe I’m under a spell and its magic
Maybe there’s a witch doctor with an office in town

Oh, is this a blessing? Or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?

Is it richer than diamonds?
Or just a little cheaper than spit?

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit …

And there used to be such an easy way of living
And there used to be every hope in the world
And I used to get everything that I went after
But there never used to be this girl
But there never used to be this girl

Maybe I’m crazy and I’m losing my senses
Maybe I’m possessed by a spirit or such
Maybe I’m desperate and I’ve got no defences
Can you get me a prescription for that one perfect touch?

Oh, is this a blessing? Or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?

It’s a stairway to heaven
Or a subway going down to the pits

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit …

Oh, is this a blessing? Or is it a curse?
Does it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?

Is it richer than diamonds?
Or just a little cheaper than spit?

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit

I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit
I don’t know what it is but it just won’t quit

There was a time when nothing really mattered
There was a time when there was nothing I didn’t know
There was a time when I knew just what I was living for
There was a time and the time was long ago
There was a time and the time was so long ago

And I never really sleep anymore …

© 1993 Lost Boys Music (BMI)

Out of the Frying Pan (And into the Fire)

It’s only two o’clock and the temperature’s beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It’s never been this hot and I’ve never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore

Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you’re the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you’re the answer to every prayer that I ever said

You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse
The subways are sizzling and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat
I’ve seen you sitting on the steps outside
And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost

I think it’s time for you to come inside
And I’ll be waiting here with something that you’ll never forget
I think it’s time for you to come inside
And I’ll be waiting here with something that you’ll never forget

Come on! Come on!
And there’ll be no turning back
You are only killing time and it can kill you right back
Come on! Come on!
It’s time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose

So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at the time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I’m in the room at the top—you’re at the end of the line

Open the door, lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire

And I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Oh—I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan and into the fire

And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! …

Oh, hmm, it’s only two o’clock and the temperature’s beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It’s never been this hot and I’ve never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore

Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you’re the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you’re the answer to every prayer that I ever said

Come on! Come on!
And there’ll be no turning back
You are only killing time and it can kill you right back
Come on! Come on!
It’s time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose

So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at the time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I’m in the room at the top—you’re at the end of the line

Open the door, lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire

And I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Hmm—I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Oh—Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
And into the
And into the
And into the
And into the fire...

Fire! fire! fire! And into the
Fire! fire! fire! And into the
Fire! fire! fire! And into the… fire! …

And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire! f-f-f-f-fire! …

‘I’m in the room at the top, you’re at the end of the line’ “Passage: The Red Step” © 1988 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Music Corporation of America and Lost Boys Music (BMI)

Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are

The skies were pure and the fields were green
The sun was brighter than it’s ever been
When I grew up with my best friend Kenny
We were close as any brothers that you ever knew

It was always summer and the future called
We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all
There was so much left to dream
And so much time to make it real

But I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone
They said he crashed and burned
I know I’ll never learn why any boy should die so young!

We were racing — we were soldiers of fortune
We got in trouble but we sure got around
There are times I think I see him peeling out of the dark
I think he’s right behind me now and he’s gaining ground!

But I was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway — then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
They are, they are …

And when the sun descended and the nights arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
No were to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father’s eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe he’d never let me leave
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears — so many wasted years before my life became my own

And through the nightmares should be over
Some of the terrors are still intact
I hear that ugly coarse and violent voice
And then he grabs me from behind and then he pulls me back!

But I was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway — then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are …

There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me every thing I’ll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love

The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I’m in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said
“Caution! Kids At Play!”

Those were the rights of spring and we did everything—
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right!

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can she her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb!

But I was long ago and it was far away
Oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway — then the soul is just a car

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

She used her body just like a bandage
She used my body just like a wound
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can she her rising up out of the back seat now …

‘There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze’ “Lovecraft’s Nightmare A” © 1981 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Edward B. Marks Music Co. (BMI)

Wasted Youth

Wasted! Youth!
Wasted! Youth!

I remember everything
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday!
I was barely seventeen
And I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome
And a voice like a horny angel!

I don’t remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn’t at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
And the blood was, ooh, dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents’ bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
My father woke up screaming:
STOP! Wait a minute!
Stop it boy!
What do you think you’re doing?
That’s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!

And I said: God damn it, Daddy!
You know I love you…
But you got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!!!

© 1993 Music Corporation of America and Lost Boys Music (BMI)

Everything Louder Than Everything Else

(wasted! youth!)
(wasted! youth!)

I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don’t give a damn about my lack of etiquette
As far as I’m concerned — the world could still be flat
And if the trill is gone — then it’s time to take it back!
If the trill is gone — then it’s time to take it back!

Who am I? Why am I here?
Forget the questions! Someone gimme another beer!
What’s the meaning of life?
What’s the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl!
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl!

So sign up all you raw recruits
Throw away those designers suits
You got your weapons cocked and your targets in your sights
There’s a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country ­— you gotta service your girl
You’re all enlisted in the armies of the night

And I ain’t in it for the power
And I ain’t in it for my health
I ain’t in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain’t in it for the wealth
But I’m in till it’s over
And I just can’t stop
If you wanna get it done
You got to do it yourself
And I like my music like I like my life

Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
(everything louder, everything louder, everything)

Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
(everything louder, everything louder, everything)

(wasted! youth!)
(wasted! youth!)
(wasted! youth!)
(wasted! youth!)

They got a file on me and it’s a mile long
And they say that they got all of the proof
That I’m just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth

They say I’m in the need of a radical discipline
They say I gotta face the truth
That I’m just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth

They say I’m wild and I’m reckless
I should be acting my age
I’m an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say I’m at a difficult stage

But it seems to me the contrary
Of all the crap they’re going to put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age!

(louder! louder! louder! louder! louder!)

If you want my views of history then there’s something you should know:
The tree men I admire most are Curly, Larry, Moe!
Don’t worry ‘bout the future — sooner or later it’s the past
If they say the trill is gone — then it’s time to take it back!
If the trill is gone then it’s time to take it back!

So sign up all you raw recruits
Throw away those two-bit suits
You got your weapons cocked and your targets in your sights
There’s a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country — you gotta service your girl
You’re all inducted in the armies of the night

And I ain’t in it for the power
And I ain’t in it for my health
I ain’t in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain’t in it for the wealth
But I’m in till it’s over
And I just can’t stop
If you wanna get it done—you got to fight for yourself
And I like my music like I like my life

Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
(everything louder, everything louder, everything)

Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
(everything louder, everything louder, everything)

Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
Everything louder than everything else!
(everything louder, everything louder, everything)
(repeat chorus)

‘They say that I’m in need of some radical discipline’ “All My Sins Remembered” © 1978 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Edward B. Marks Music Co. (BMI)

Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)

(good girls go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven) (but the bad girls go everywhere)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere) …

When the wind is howling through your windowpane
It’s not the only pain of the night
You’re burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
And there’s not an anti-body in sight

Hey Jenny, Jenny why are you crying?
There is a beauty of a moon in the sky!
But I guess when you’ve been leading such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high

You don’t have a lot but it’s all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of you dream

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain’t right, it ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Oh now, good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying that the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark
And you’re desperate now for somewhere to turn
Every muscle is rebellious, every nerve is on edge
And every limb has been erotically burned

Hey Johnny, Johnny why are you shaking
When a boy should do whatever he can?
You’ve been nothing but an angel every day of your life
And now you wonder what it’s like to be damned

You don’t have a lot but it’s all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of you dream

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you’ve been wanting to feel now
It ain’t right, it ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Oh—good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying that the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere

Every time I try and dream you
I can’t believe how hard it’s been to
Conjure up your face
And trace your body in the air

All the seconds go on forever
But the thirds and fourth ones are even better
Every time I do it just a little bit longer
Every time I dream it’s just a little bit stronger—than real life …

No one said it had to be real
But it’s gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain’t right, it ain’t fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Oh now, good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer
I’ll be praying that the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere

Good girls go to heaven
Bad girls go everywhere …

© 1993 Lost Boys Music (BMI)

Back into Hell

[instrumental]

© 1993 Edward B. Marks Music Co. (BMI)

Lost Boys and Golden Girls

Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around the world
Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around, all around the world

It doesn’t matter where they’re going
Or wherever they’ve been
‘Cause they got one thing in common it’s true
They’ll never let a night like tonight go to waste
And let me tell you something
Neither will you
Neither will you

We gotta be fast
We were born out of time
Born out of time and alone
And we’ll never be as young as we are right now
Running away, and running for home
Running for home …

It doesn’t matter where they’re going
Or wherever they’ve been
‘Cause they got one thing in common it’s true
They’ll never let a night like tonight go to waste
And let me tell you something
Neither will you
Neither will you
Neither will you

Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around the world
Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around, all around the world …

‘Never let a night like tonight go to waste’ “Dragon Prince” © 1988 Michael Whelan
© 1993 Music Corporation of America and Lost Boys Music (BMI)

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