Lyrics Broken Records - Eric Burdon

Broken Records

Broken records on the ground
Paris traffic spinning round and round
So I stood there with James Brown
A king in a cape of Saturn
He’s the man with the golden voice
And for him there can be no real choise
And the years of all the screaming fans
Within the years of gladness
For we are hungry for what is real
There will always be a need for us to feel
There will always be something beyond this
Cold steel workaday world
All computer systems go now
And the beat is moving slower now
But you stood there like a boxing pro
And took off for the stars
Cause there is one thing you should know now
That your spirit can’t be broken
And the memory is so sweet
To see you alive and kicking
For we are hungry for what is real
There will always be a need for us to feel
There will always be something beyond this
Cold steel workaday world
This Cold Steel World