Perfect Strangers

Album released 1984

Knocking at Your Back Door
Under the Gun
Nobody's Home
Mean Streak
Perfect Strangers Perfect Strangers
A Gypsy's Kiss
Wasted Sunsets
Hungry Daze
Not Responsible

Knocking at Your Back Door
	Sweet Lucy was a dancer
	But none of us would chance her
	Because she was a Samurai
	She made electric shadows
	Beyond our fingertips
	And none of us could reach that high
	She came on like a teaser
	I had to touch and please her
	Enjoy a little paradise
	The log was in my pocket
	When Lucy met the Rockett
	And she never knew the reason why

	I can't deny it
	With that smile on her face
	It's not the kill
	It's the thrill of the chase

	Feel it coming
	It's knocking at the door
	You know it's no good running
	It's not against the law
	The point of no return
	And now you know the score
	And now you're learning
	What's knockin' at your back door

	Sweet Nancy was so fancy
	To get into her pantry
	Had to be the aristocracy
	The members that she toyed with
	At her city club
	Were something in diplomacy
	So we put her on the hit list
	Of a common cunning linguist
	A master of many tongues
	And now she eases gently
	From her Austin to her Bentley
	Suddenly she feels so young
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Under the Gun
	Infidel can you hear
	Would be strange delight
	I need you to give your sympathy tonight
	When you hear what I say
	Deeds I've done
	Realise I've never lost and never won

	I've got a feeling that it's never right
	There was a reason but it's out of sight
	It's going down somewhere tonight
	Under the gun

	Put death in my hand
	Learn to fight
	Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right
	We got no choice
	Under command
	We're ordered to die or take this land

	Stupid bastards and religious freaks
	So safe in their castle keeps
	They turn away as a mother weeps
	Under the gun

	When brave men fall
	Under crimson skies
	There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's eyes
	Tears will dry
	For those I kill
	Remember no more their names but someone will

	The only way to be victorious
	Screw the fools who think it's glorious
	Who gives a toss about the likes of us
	Under the gun
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Nobody's Home
	Nothing I can do about it
	Maybe I won't even try
	Your will is determined to kill any
	Reason of mine

	I see you coming
	With that look in your eye
	You act like a king but you ain't got a thing
	In your mind

	And now there's nobody home
	My belly is aching
	Your image is blown
	Your lights are burning bright
	But Nobody's Home

	You talk about love and affection
	If only you could
	You're full of pride but there's nothing inside
	And you think you're so good

	You know you got it coming to ya
	All things return
	You need me
	It's not gonna be my concern

	And now there's nobody home
	Your message is changing
	The children have grown
	Your lights are burning bright
	But nobody's home

	I hear you crying
	What can I say
	You get what you give so
	Forgive me as I turn away

	Nobody's home
	A legend is dying
	The seeds have been sown
	Your lights are burning bright
	But Nobody's Home
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Mean Streak
	She came home last night rotten rolling drunk
	She talk no sense but she sound good so she think
	So I reached over and said Hello
	Is there some planet you'd care to go
	And she said Venus on the rocks

	She got a mean streak
	Black Mamba don't compete
	She got a mean streak
	Temptation bitter sweet

	She drives me crazy gets inside my brain
	She spend my money down a drain
	So I roll over for my reward
	How much can I afford
	And she says
	Just a little more

	I can't take this no more
	I tried so hard but I can't get thru' the door
	Because one smile from those eyes
	And I stand there paralysed
	And she says
	Beg for more get down sucka you know what I like oh hang on
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Perfect Strangers
	Can you remember remember my name
	As I flow through your life
	A thousand oceans I have flown
	And cold spirits of ice
	All my life
	I am the echo of your past

	I am returning the echo of a point in time
	Distant faces shine
	A thousand warriors I have known
	And laughing as the spirits appear
	All your life
	Shadows of another day

	And if you hear me talking on the wind
	You've got to understand
	We must remain
	Perfect Strangers

	I know I must remain inside this silent
	well of sorrow

	A strand of silver hanging through the sky
	Touching more than you see
	The voice of ages in your mind
	Is aching with the dead of the night
	Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)

	And if you hear me talking on the wind
	You've got to understand
	We must remain
	Perfect Strangers
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A Gypsy's Kiss
	John San what you can
	La la Janette dance in sand
	What's the mystery my son
	Gypsy Dan Caravan
	Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
	It's part of history my son

	Murder and rape with your power
	The 10th revolution in far away days
	It's come to this
	A gypsy's kiss
	All your power's gonna fade in the haze

	Ya who' Jumme gae bile ya heed
	The Senorita said
	I'll drag yer lungs out through yer nose
	Space truckers free and high
	Teamsters get ya by and by
	That should keep you on your toes

	They got a gun at your head
	But you ain't necessarily playing their game
	They can't resist
	A Gypsy's Kiss
	All that's needed to drive them insane

	John Wayne The Alamo
	Crazy Horse Geronimo
	I'll smoke a piece with you
	Mind Body Heart and Soul
	We got Rock and Roll
	And there's nothing they can do

	Hear the small voice of truth
	Above the shouting despair of the crowd
	What do you wish
	A Gypsy's Kiss
	Gets you strong for crying out loud
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Wasted Sunsets
	The day is gone when the angels come to stay
	And all the silent whispers will be blown away
	And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes
	Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues

	One too many wasted sunsets
	One too many for the road
	And after dark the door is always open
	Hoping someone else will show

	Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
	Grey circles overhead empties on the floor
	The cracks in the walls have grown too long
	The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn

	One too many wasted sunsets
	One too many for the road
	And after dark the door is always open
	Hoping someone else will show
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Hungry Daze
	In a dark and sweaty room in '69 tables turning
	Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls
	and it was loud
	Tuning up to madness in the back room
	candles burning
	Present the Stinking Hippy 
        and throw the naked thunder to the crowd
	In the Hungry Daze

	The long and lonely highway drags along
	it's going nowhere
	Sickness and disease and mad corruption
	something's going wrong
	The mountain's getting cold and lonely
	the trees are bare
	We all came out to Montreux
	but that's another song
	You've heard it all before
	In hungry daze

	Along the Mountain Road to do some drinking
	and now we're mobile again
	Different girls, laughing girls, forever girls
	and it's so loud
	The crew have lost again they are beaten men
	The winning team united living for the crowd
	These are the hungry daze
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Not Responsible
Bonus track on CD and cassette versions, and on the Knebworth '85 picture disc version of the LP.

Found some money in an old black jacket
I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two
I don't know how long it'll last
But I never regret the past
When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be looking around for you

I got no reason to be down at the station
I got no ticket, but I'm gonna take a fucking ride
Don't care where I go
I never seem to know
I never had a penny, but I never wondered why
Oh no, I never wondered why

If I'm cold I need some heat
If I'm hungry then I eat
I'm not responsible

I woke up this morning and I couldn't find my shoes
It's one long party and I haven't seen the sun for days
I'd take you out tonight, but I'm just a little light
So let's go out anyway, you'll be amazed

I take my woman to the palace dancing
I never coulda made it but the doorman is a friend of mine
So I raise a glass to you, the foot is on the other shoe
You can pay the bill and while you're at it pick up mine
Oh, no no, I don't mind

If it rains I stay inside
If I'm scared I run and hide
I'm not responsible, oh no.
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Deep Purple Mk5:
Ritchie Blackmore (guitar)
Ian Gillan (vocals)
Roger Glover (bass)
Jon Lord (keyboards)
Ian Paice (drums)

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