Get a Grip Album

Artist(s): Aerosmith

Cover Art

Aerosmith Get a Grip Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 0:24
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas and David Thoener
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: John Aguto, Ed Korengo and Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler

Wake up kid
It's half past what you think
Nothing really changes but the date
But you're a grand slammer
But you know Babe Ruth
You better learn how to relate
Cause you be swinging from the peregrinate
I got all answers lower the holes
I got the right key baby
But the wrong key hole, yo

Eat the Rich

length: 4:11
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: David Thoener and Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
percussion & drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Ed Korengo, John Aguto and Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
slit drum: Sandy Kanaeholo, Mapuhi T. Tekurio, Liainaiala Tagaloa, Aladd Alatina Teofilo, Jr, Wesey Mamea and Melvin Liufau
slit drum arranger: Steven Tyler
writer: Joe Perry, Jim Vallance, Steven Tyler
Wake up kid, it's half past your youth
Ain't nothin' really changes but the date
You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate
Or you'll be swingin' from the pearly gate
Now you got all the answers, low and behold
You got the right key baby but the wrong key ho, yo

Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin'
About all those things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin' names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick
Cause I'm a sick of your complainin'
About how many bills
And I'm sick of all your bitchin'
Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can't see no humour
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife

Chorus:
Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest
Eat the Rich: take one bite now, spit out the rest

So I called up my head shrinker
And I told him what I'd done
Said you'd best go on a diet
Yeah I hope you have some fun
And a don't go burst a bubble
On the rich folks who get rude
ÔCause you won't get in no trouble
When you eats that kinda food
Now their smokin' up the junk bonds
And then they go get stiff
And they're dancin' in the yacht club
With Muff and Uncle Biff
But there's one good thing that happens
When you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes may taste like shit
But go real good with wine

Chorus

Believe in all the good things
That money just can't buy
Then you won't get no belly ache
From eatin' humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritence won't last
So take your Grey Poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass!

Chorus

Eat the Rich: there's only one thing they're good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now - come back for more
Eat the Rich: don't stop me now I'm goin' crazy
Eat the Rich: that's my idea of a good time baby

Get a Grip

length: 3:58
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas and David Thoener
guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: John Aguto, Ed Korengo and Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Jim Vallance
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be a fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip - rip
Once upon a crime I thought I was cool
But I don't want to brag
Once I crossed the line I think I musta
Zigged when I shoulda zagged
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be a fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
Same old, same old every day
If things don't change you're just gonna rot
'Cause if you do what you've always done
You've always get what you've always got
(uuh, could that be nothing)
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be a fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
Who knows for sure without a doubt
What goes on when the lights go out
Or who pulls in when I pull out
And what is a one-eyed trouser trout
I was so shortsighted
Now the wrong been righted
I feel so delighted
I get so excited
Got to get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip
I can't explain how to be a fat city
You gotta live large, gotta let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
You wanna get high in a new york minute
Choke that smoke, honey crack the whip
Your head gets dead as long as you're in it
You wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity
Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip
Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city
If ya wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip

Fever

length: 4:16
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: David Thoener and Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff, John Aguto and Ed Korengo
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
I got a rip in my shoes
And a hole in my brand new shoes
I got a Margarita nose
And a breath full of Mad Dog Booze
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Yeah, they threw me outta jail
I tell ya it ain't fair
I tried to kiss the judge
From the electrica' chair
Yeah we're all here
'Cause we're not all there tonight
The guitar's cranked
And the bass man's blown a fuse
And when the whole gang bangs
Then what is your excuse?
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever gives you lust with an appetite
It hits you like the fangs
From a rattlesnake bite
Yeah we're all here
'Cause we're not all there tonight
We can't run away from trouble
There ain't no place that far
But if we do it right at the speed of light
There's the backseat of my car - caviar
I was feelin' so high I forgot what day
Now I'm feeling low down
Even slow feels way to fast
And now the booze don't work
'Cause the drugs ran out of gas
I got the fever, fever, fever, fever
The buzz that you're gettin'
From the crack don't last
I'd rather be O.D.in' on the crack of her ***
Yeah we're all here
'Cause we're not all there tonight
My first time ever lover
We fell asleep out on the lawn
And when I woke up I was all alone
Making love to the crack of dawn
So yo, I beg yo pardon sir
The gangster of love rides again
You know I gotta chill
It gimme such a thrill
Like a burnin' plague
Yeah get outta my way
Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear
As long as I'm in heaven, honey I don't care
You look so good baby, look so fine
I tell you you're the image of a perfect crime
You get so tired holdin' on so tight
If you think you're goin' crazy
Well you may be right
Yeah we're all here
'Cause we're not all there tonight

Livin’ on the Edge

length: 6:08
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Mark Hudson, Steven Tyler
There's something wrong with the world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes

We're seeing things in a different way
And god knows it ain't his
It sure ain't no surprise

(ya!)
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge

There's something wrong with the world today
The lightbulb's gettin' dimmed
There's meltdown in the sky

If you can judge a wise man
By the color of his skin
Then mister, you're a better man than I

We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge

Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'

Tell me what you think about our situation
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawling
Back again - I bet you would my friend
Again & again & again & again & again

Tell me what you think about our situation
Complication - aggravation
Is getting to you

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawling
Back again I bet you would my friend
Again and again and again and again

Something right with the world today
And everybody knows it's wrong
But we can tell 'em no
Or we could let it go
But I would rather be a hanging on

We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge
We're livin' on the edge

Flesh

length: 5:57
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: John Webster and Steven Tyler
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Desmond Child
The day rolls in, the night rolls out
Desire rules without a doubt
The heart beats fast, you salivate
And when you come, it won't be late
I guess by now, you got the score
A little taste you want it more
From San Antone to Marrakesh
Yeah, when the night comes
Everybody's gotta have flesh
You got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
From the day that Eve did Adam down to Romeo and Juliet
Everybody gotta have
The prince of lust has met his match
The witch has brewed her baddest batch
His sword is sharp and hard as stone
Her cauldron begs for one more bone
And so my love, this story's told
From modern times to days of old
From Boston, Mass to Bangladesh
Yeah, when the night comes
Everybody's gotta have
Flesh - it's got me all soaking wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat, yeah
From the Mississippi River
To the highest mountain in Tibet
Everybody gotta have
Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat
Flesh - you got me all soakin' wet
Flesh - the only thing, the only thing, the only thing
From a Sufi in a Rickshaw to a bimbo in a pink Corvette
Everybody gotta have

Walk on Down

length: 3:40
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
background vocals: Steven Tyler
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
composer: Joe Perry
lyricist: Joe Perry
Yeah yeah

You wonder why you got holes in your shoes
You wonder why they got more money than you
You wonder why you got nothin' to lose
It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out
You gotta walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Yeah

Well, she says that she loves ya
In your mind there's no doubt, but
You feel like a stranger
When the lights go out
As you lie there awake
You think this ain't no gift
Don't try to figure that weight's too heavy to lift
You gotta walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
'Cause I got no time to lose
It's my life if I choose
Put on my walkin' shoes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's

Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down (down down down down)
Walk on down
When you're **** outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down

Shut Up and Dance

length: 4:56
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: John Webster and Steven Tyler
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Jack Blades, Tommy Shaw, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
[Chorus]
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance

[Verse]
Love has got me down
The weight is all around
So you lend a hand to peace on earth
Here's my piece, now what's it worth
Yea, but it's all right
When you can't define the crime
Then life isn’t worth a dime
When they take away everything you got
And they rub your nose in the funky spot
Not without a fight
When you work your fingers to the bone
And what does that get you--NOTHING
If in a crowd of people
You're still alone
I hope that tells you something
The road to heaven is paved in hell
And it makes you wonder
Why you're here at all
Check out the shape of your circumstance
He wears the dress and she wears the pants
Here comes Jill and she needs romance
But you can't do jack so shut up and dance!
Sex is like a gun
You aim, you shoot, you run
When you're splitting hairs with Mr. Clean
It' like getting head from a guillotine
And the night has just begun

[Chorus]

Cryin’

length: 5:09
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton and Tom Hamilton
guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
harmonica: Steven Tyler
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set) & percussion: Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
keyboard: John Webster and Steven Tyler
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Taylor Rhodes, Steven Tyler, Joe Perry
There was a time
When I was so brokehearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned - yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kinda love was the killin' kind

All I want is someone I can't resist
I know - all I - need to know
By the way I got kissed

I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm tryin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down on me

Now there's not even breathing room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same

It's down on me
Yeah, I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind, girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you do to me takes my breath away

Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
That's a fire I can't resist

I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do to me

'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love
'Til you give your heart away

I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do, what you do down on me
Baby, baby, baby

I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down to, down to, down to

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery

Gotta Love It

length: 5:59
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: John Webster and Steven Tyler
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Mark Hudson, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
Aerosmith
Get A Grip
Gotta Love It
5:58
Get a Grip


Shocking

Psychedelic sandwich

Any way you can feel it
You shouldn't try to conceal it, baby
You got to make up your mind

Any way I can steal it
Any way you can deal it to me
You know the pleasure's all mine

You gotta love it
You better own it
You gotta love it
And God knows it
You gotta shu uh shove it
I'm gonna make things happen
Goin' 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round'n,
'round'n, 'round'n, 'round, that's right

I wanna say you're a firecracker
I wanna say you're a switchblade knife
You make your sex a career

Comin' down from an all night tripper
Pull your foot from the ruby slipper
'Cause you can't get there from here

You gotta love it
You better own it
You gotta love it
And God knows it
You gotta shu uh shove it
I'm gonna make things happen
Goin' 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round...

I got this feeling deep inside my gut
Overwhelming feeling of I know not what
One thing's for sure I ain't got time those who can't relate

You gotta learn to love the midnight madness
You gotta revel in the good and badness
If yin 'n yang is your thing

What I gotta do to try and reach ya
Is it for real or just a double feature
So let's go throw the I Ching

You gotta love it
You wanna own it
You gotta love it
And God knows it
You gotta shu uh shove it
You gotta make things happen
Goin' 'round'n, 'round'n, 'round

Crazy

length: 5:17
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set) & percussion: Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
orchestrator: David Campbell
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: John Webster, Steven Tyler and Desmond Child
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler, Desmond Child
[Intro: Steven Tyler]
Come here, baby
You know you drive me up a wall?
The way you make good on all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somethin' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me?

Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train and that you're headin'
Out to Hollywood
Girl you been givin' me that line so many times it kinda gets like
Feelin' bad looks good

[Bridge: Aerosmith]
That kinda loving
Turns a man to a slave
That kinda loving
Sends a man right to his grave

I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue

You're packing up your stuff and talking like it's tough and trying
To tell me that it's time to go
But I know you ain't wearing nothing underneath that overcoat
And it's all a show

That kind of loving
Makes me want to pull
Down the shade, yeah
That kind of loving
Yeah now I'm never, never, never, never gonna be the same

I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue

I'm losing my mind, girl
Cause I'm going crazy
I need your love, honey
I need your love

Crazy, crazy, crazy, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby
I'm losing my mind, girl
Cause I'm going crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
You turn it on, then your gone
Yeah you drive me

Line Up

length: 4:03
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas
background vocals: Lenny Kravitz
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Lenny Kravitz, Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight well come on
And line up
When the goin' gets tough
And your talk ain't enough then come on
And line up
We gotta get up, get out before they get us down
'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
So don't be surprised
When they pull the wool over your eyes
Yeah, don't get funked up
If you got all the stuff
And you can't get enough
Then line up
If you're out on a limb
And you wanna come in
Then line up
Your head's down, sittin' 'round
Pick yo face up off the ground
And get yourself together baby
And learn to stand tough
Come on an line up
We better get to it
Instead of just standin' around
It's time to get down
If you're playin' to win
Then your only way in
Is line up
If we all wanna live
Then we all gotta give
Line up
We gotta get up, get out
Before they get us down
'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah
Has got us locked up
Come on and line up
You better get to it
Instead of just standin' around
Yeah, it's time to get down
If you got all the stuff
And you can't get enough
Then line up - line up
If you think that you're strong
Wanna fight well come on
And line up - line up

Amazing

length: 5:57
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Bruce Fairbairn and Paul Baron
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas and David Thoener
background vocals: Don Henley
guitar: Brad Whitford and Joe Perry
additional keyboard: Richard Supa
harmonica: Steven Tyler
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set) & percussion: Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: John Aguto, Mike Plotnikoff and Ed Korengo
instrument: The Margarita Horns
orchestrator: David Campbell
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: John Webster, Richard Supa and Steven Tyler
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
writer: Steven Tyler, Richard Supa, Eddie DeLange, John Brooks, Lucky Millinder
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through
The pain

When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishin' that I
Would die

It's amazing
With the blink of an eye, you finally see the light
It's amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

That one last shot's permanent vacation
And how high can you fly with broken wings?
Life's a journey, not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings

You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn't listen to all that righteous talk, oh yeah
I was out on the street,
Just a tryin' to survive
Scratchin' to stay alive

It's amazing
With the blink of an eye, you finally see the light
It's amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
Oh, it's amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight.
Desperate hearts, desperate hearts

Never said I'll do it, never
Never gonna go, never

(So, from all of us at Aerosmith, to all of you out there, wherever you are...
Remember, the light at the end of the tunnel, may be you! Good night!)

Boogie Man

length: 2:17
producer: Bruce Fairbairn
lead vocals: Steven Tyler
vocal: Joe Perry
trumpet: Paul Baron and Bruce Fairbairn
mixer: Brendan O’Brien
engineer: Ken Lomas and David Thoener
guitar: Joe Perry and Brad Whitford
harmonica: Steven Tyler
percussion: Joey Kramer
mandolin: Steven Tyler
programming: John Webster
saxophone: Tom Keenlyside
trombone: Bob Rogers
additional percussion: Steven Tyler
baritone saxophone: Ian Putz
drums (drum set): Joey Kramer
assistant engineer: John Aguto, Ed Korengo and Mike Plotnikoff
instrument: The Margarita Horns
electric bass guitar: Tom Hamilton
keyboard: Steven Tyler and John Webster
Appalachian dulcimer: Joe Perry
composer: Joe Perry, Steven Tyler
Instrumental