All songs by Taupin/ Martin Page Produced and arranged by Martin Page Tribe is: Bernie Taupin: Lead voice Martin Page: Electric & fretless bass, drums & percus...

Everyday I've woken up long before the sun Never cared for politics, I've never voted once Worked in clay and molded plates your family's eaten from And I've al...

Mirror, mirror won't you give me Reflections of another wanna be, wanna be Lam and silky lingerie Satin hearts and dolls at center stage His lip and left leg q...

I remember running as the siren screamed Bedding down in a bunker on the warden's knee Trying to play it cool and act my age As the war birds swooped and the bl...

Marchin, I hear marchin Outside my window in the rain I play checkers, I'm sick of checkers I'm sick of pain Marchin, I hear marchin Outside my window in the r...

Oh the press is down And the flesh is black and white Eager workers turning the pages Dirty fingers touch your life All you pretty maids With all your charms o...

Every fable you've ever sown In every building you've ever owned Any chance to cheat or beat the clock With every oil slick sticking to the rocks What you see ...

Poor family got a lean-to Now the rainy season's gone Coloured kids playin' in the hard mud Kicking that skinny dog He works on irrigation Moving water to the ...

Thereabouts I came across another empty hand Another tin cup shaken by some raggedy old man Acting blind and keeping time with his thin white cane He said that ...

There's people live in fear of a sickle and hammer I was born for the ensign now I wave that Yankee banner Pride ain't so ugly Hate ain't so young And it ain't ...

I walk a night beat I walk for miles and I work hard Eyes like a flashlight Skimming through the alleys and the back yard e man I make mistakes and I lose my ne...

In the mirror I see guilt In your shoes I see myself But I still can't believe that you're gone In the dust of an 8 x 10 I can still caress your frame But I st...

Like a short walk on a razor's edge Like a warm body in a cold, cold bed Like a strong drink you go to my head She sends shivers through me Why talk when it's ...

Do we need a new Lone Ranger Fightin' on our side Are we looking for a stranger To give us one last ride I heard them say the strip is dying She's calling it m...

When the streets are steaming, the big slicks scream As they burn down the quarter mile And those lean brown boys in their sleeveless shirts Curse the heat when...