The Heavy Entertainment Show
(Serge Gainsbourg, Rufus Wainwright, Christopher Heath, Guy Chambers, Robert Williams)

Good evening children of cultural abandon
You searched for a saviour, well here I am
And all the best ones are dying off so quickly
While I'm still here, enjoy me while you can

Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
The charisma’s non-negotiable
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I'm about to strip and you’re my pole
We are so glorious
Why not leave your job and come on tour with us?
Before I drop dead and die

Good evening lovers of quality entertainment
Good evening to the others that don’t know hit
Even you will leave here with a t-shirt and a programme
Got a house in LA, I’m still paying for it…

Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
It’s just the tip but no one will know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
All the girls (Robbie!), the boys go (No!)
You are magnificent
Maybe come on stage and be a part of it
I said maybe, baby, baby ohhh

Come leave the life you’re living
Show me the light you’re giving
I’ll give it all then a little bit more,oh-oh-woah

“He would sell his children
For a hit in Belgium
God knows what he’s done
For a number one”

Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where the more you see, the less you know
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where Eminem meets Barry Manilow
I am notorious
For making all the crowd sing the chorious
I just made up that word

Come love the life I’m living
Bathe in the light I’m giving

“He’ll give it all and a little bit more”

Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
I’m a volcano that’s about to blow
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
This is how I’d like to say “Hello”

Mixed Signals
(Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, Mark Stoermer, Ronnie Vannucci Jr.)

I tried your number at 9 but to no avail
Tried again at 11 got sent straight to voicemail
You said you needed a calm quiet night alone
But that don’t explain why you’re not picking up the phone

Now I’m driving through the city like a bullet in my seat
And i hold my breath when i hit your street
You were restless when you told me everything was alright
A quiet night alone
If nothing is wrong
How come you’re not home

And it's almost 3AM
When you decide to show
You gonna tell me where you've been
Don’t spare me the details i wanna know
What does he look like, what does he talk like
Thought you wanted to make this work
But you’re sending me mixed signals

With lowered emotion you greet me and I’m overcome
Cause you’re body language is speaking in another tongue

First you tell me that you needed some excitement in your life
Then you grab the handle and turn the knife
Accusations of obsessive misbehavior like we ain’t been down to hell and back
And made untrue
I thought that was you

And it's almost 3AM
When you decide to show
You gonna tell me where you've been
Don’t spare me the details i wanna know
What does he look like what does he talk like
Thought you wanted to make this work
But you’re sending me mixed signals

And in the dusk we fall apart
The suns got his elbow in the ribcage of town
I’m breaking down

And it's almost 3AM when you decide to show
You gonna tell me where you've been
Don’t sugar-coat it girl I want the blow-by-blow
What does he look like what does he talk like
Thought you wanted to make this work
But you’re sending me mixed signals

Yeah you’re sending me mixed signals

Darling, darling believe me
Know that, no you don’t need me
Break up, you know it won’t please me
Sweetheart, let me down easy
Cut me loose, baby don’t tease me
Oh lord, let me down easy
You’re sending me mixed signals

Motherfucker
(Robert Williams, Flynn Francis, Timothy Metcalfe)

Come in and close the door
I think it’s time you knew the score
Why you feel weird

One day you’re gonna be told about
How daddy let his demons out
Yeah, he made them scream and shout

One day soon you’ll be old enough
You’ll go out on your own and stuff
If you start losing hold of love, it’s because:

Chorus

Your uncle sells drugs
Your cousin is a cutter
Your grandma is a fluffer
Your granddad’s in the gutter
Your mother is a nutter
Your mother is a nutter
We are mad motherfuckers
You’re a bad motherfucker

And I’d like to sing a song that says that you’ll be fine
But now you know me so you know that I’d be lying
One of the things you get from me and your mother
Is that we’re bad motherfuckers, you’re a bad motherfucker

Helps to know where you come from
When days are hard, and things go wrong
I pray our weakness makes you strong

Well, strangers come and lovers leave
You can rest assured we’ll always be
Your ever-loving family

So before you leave when you’re old enough
When you go out on your own and stuff
You start losing hold of love, it’s because:

Repeat Chorus

We all believe, that you’re gonna break the chain
We all believe, that you’re the one
We all believe, that the angels are watching over you, my son

Because:

Repeat Chorus

Sensitive
(Robert Williams, Stuart Price, Jackson Guthy)

I can’t analyze that love
'Cause you turned the beat to thunder
You’re 25 below
Don’t it make you wonder why

Lets get it on and on and on and on
Lets get it on and on and on
Lets get it on and on and on and on
Girl i don’t know why you’re not h.a.p.p.y

So you wanna find a real man
Make him fall in love
No matter how thick your skin is
Never thick enough

Someone that you can lean on
When times are tough
Maybe there's a reason
Girl i don’t know why

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
When I touch it
You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
And you love it yeah

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
Sometimes I wonder 'cause
Girl i don’t know why you’re not h.a.p.p.y

Maybe you came from outer space
Maybe I can help you let go
When you walk around the place
All that I can hear is your echo

Babe I heard what you been saying
And you know it isn’t right
Theres always something I’m not doing
That wont keep you satisfied

Let's get it on and on and on and on
Girl i don’t know why you’re not h.a.p.p.y

So you wanna find a real man
Make him fall in love
No matter how thick your skin is
Never thick enough

Someone that you can lean on
When times are tough
Maybe there's a reason
Girl I don’t know why

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
When I touch it
You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
And you love it yeah

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
Sometimes I wonder 'cause
Girl i don’t know why you’re not h.a.p.p.y

Just finding reasons
That i can make you happy happy
Just finding reasons
That i can make you happy at all
Girl i don’t know why

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
When I touch it
You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
And you love it yeah

You get so sensitive sensitive sensitive
Sometimes I wonder 'cause
Girl i don’t know why you’re not h.a.p.p.y

Pretty Woman
(Robert Williams, Benny Blanco, Steve Robson, Ed Sheeran)

Hey pretty woman I wanna take you out
I know a place we can move our feet downtown
Ease into the rhythm when I hear that sound
My momma told me and I do not back down

Hey pretty woman I love the way you move
Winding down low to that bassline grove
The way you're dancing got me in the mood
Daddy told me it’s what grown folks do

Let me tell you now
Hey pretty woman Imma testify
Hey pretty woman make a grown man cry

You can make me beg
Take my last dollar
Oh honey you can take it anywhere you wanna
The way you move your leg
Well it just ain’t proper
Why don’t you shake what you’ve been given from your momma

Hey pretty woman come and hold my hand
Dance the charleston to that old swing band
I know that it’s getting late but you don’t mind
Let’s take a taxi and get back to mine

Hey pretty woman, your daddy don’t know
Take what you want from me, I can’t say no
Just put your hands on my body let me taste your lips
I put my hands on your body baby work those hips

You can make me beg
Take my last dollar
Oh honey you can take it anywhere you wanna
The way you move your leg
Well it just ain’t proper
Why don’t you shake what you’ve been given from your momma

Hey pretty woman now now now I’m in love
You are the only one I’m thinking of
Hey pretty woman, if you feel the same
Just say hey there boy bring that beat back again

You can make me beg
Take my last dollar
Oh honey you can take it anywhere you wanna
The way you move your leg
Well it just ain’t proper
Why don’t you shake what you’ve been given from your momma

You can make me beg
Take my last dollar
Oh honey you can take it anywhere you wanna
The way you move your leg
Well it just ain’t proper
Why don’t you shake what you’ve been given from your momma

Sensational
(Mike Curb, Mack David, Robert Williams, Guy Chambers, Rufus Wainwright, Chris Heath)

You’ve been sensational
You really did your bit
It’s been emotional
You know I love that shit

You look incredible
Even from afar
I think you’re sexy and you’re funny and I love you ’cause you love me,
And I wish that you could always stay
Now go away

It’s so unusual to feel this good
I’d sing forever if I could
Maybe I should
I’m that good

You better believe it

You’ve been so beautiful
It’s just who you are
I’d have you up here
But I’m the star

I want to get physical
But ain’t that about a bitch
And isn’t it a pity that I gotta leave this city
But you knew it had to end this way
Now go away

It’s so unusual to feel this good
I’d sing forever if I could
Maybe I should
I’m that good

You better believe it

You’ve been affectionate
You dirty bunch of sluts
So disproportionate
Loving you so much

I’m hung like a dolphin
Maybe I’ve said too much
Yeah, I’m semi-serious with you right now

God bless you all, I love you so much, I love you so much, auf wiedersehen
God bless you all, I love you so much, I love you so much, auf wiedersehen
God bless you all, I love you so much, I love you so much, auf wiedersehen
God bless you all, I love you so much, I love you so much, auf wiedersehen

Time On Earth
(Robert Williams, Guy Chambers, Chris Heath)

What’s behind your eyes makes you a star

I want to take my time on earth
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling

Those dumb looks only get you so far
What’s behind your eyes makes you a star

Chorus

I’m gonna walk onto that stage like it’s my destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apologies
If tomorrow I should die, these are my memories
I’m gonna take this simple life and make history 

I dream a fantasy
And then achieve it
Repeat the greatest lie
Till they believe it

You and me, not gods, define us now
You come in screaming, leave in silence

Chorus

Let’s fly higher than the mockingbirds
They won’t touch us way up here
In the soul asylum of the universe
A man can disappear
Raise a glass to the dysfunctional
It’s never ever too late
I feel like miracles are happening
If I could just get out the way

I want to take my time on earth
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling, feeling, feeling

You’ve gotta walk onto that stage like it’s your destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow you should die, these are your memories
You’ve got to take this simple life and make history

Best Intentions
(Robert Williams, Guy Chambers, Chris Heath)

Every now and then I want to feel the escape
When the depression sets in and my spirit breaks
And I go out huntin’ demons and they make me beg
Got me pissin’ in the wind down my own damn leg

If God wrote a book ’bout everything that he’s done
I’d go searching for my name, now wouldn’t everyone?
And you can tell me point blank that I'm a narcissist
I’m just needing confirmation that I exist

Please don't read my mind
I'm so scared of what you’ll find
I haven’t left it all behind

So much hate ’cause of all the hurt
No idea what I'm really worth
I’m holding out for peace and air time

You have to understand that my intentions are good
And everything I do, I do for love
I’ve got two little souls and I love ’em, man
That I’m trying to lead to the promised land

We take big old trips down to the countryside
Got a big old house where we reside
And there’s a big old boy with a big old gun
Stays up all night in case the weirdos come

I had a job but I resigned
Then I had a change of mind
I will again if I'm inclined

Another moan from a millionaire
I don't know why I'm telling you ’cause you don't care
I’m holding out for peace and air time

I’m a little bit older but not wiser still
I was smoking marijuana taking sleeping pills
But I get up in the morning, take the kids to school
And my other indiscretions are so minuscule

And I really pray to God it stays that way
’Cause deep inside I think I’m still dirty
When you take your chances and you ride your luck
All you’re really saying is "I could fuck this up"

You have to understand that my intentions are good
And everything I do, I do for love
I’ve made a ton of mistakes, it’s either fight or flight
But every now and then I kinda get it right

(He kinda gets it right)

I kinda get it right

(He kinda gets it right)