Shotgun Messiah –

Shotgun Messiah

Relativity Records

1989

Shotgun Messiah

CD, vinyl, cassette

Tracks

Bop City
Don’t Care ‘Bout Nothin’
Shout It Out
Squeezin’ Teazin’
The Explorer
Nowhere Fast
Dirt Talk
I’m Your Love
Nervous

Line-up

Zinny J. San – Vocals
Harry K. Cody – Guitars, backing Vocals
Tim Tim – Bass, backing Vocals
Stixx – Drums

Additional Musicians:
Tord Jacobsson – Drums (on “The Explorer”)
P.O. Peterson – Backing vocals

Credits

Produced by Harry K. Cody and Tim Tim
Assistant producers and (1st) engineers: Bill Freesh and Matt J. Olausson
Sudios: CCM, KMH and Can Am
Photography by Jeff Katz
Art Direction by David Bett

Note: The song title “Don’t Care ‘Bout Nothin” has changed from the original Kingpin record. Original title: “I Don’t Care ‘Bout Nothin”.
Backing vocalist P.O. Peterson was the lead singer in Axis, from the very same Swedish town as Shotgun Messiah; Skovde, as well as in Tim’s old band Act.

Lyrics

Shotgun Messiah

BOP CITY (4:00)

hit the street, man we’re packed to the max
we live a permanent high
round, round, round we go
the town that never sleeps
oh, babe this is pleasuredome and where you ought to be

town of the wild
ain’t gonna let you down
town of the wild
sure gonna make you high

shake, shake, shake, oy
welcome to bop city
shake, shake, shake, oy
rockin’ in bop city

running wild, wreck’n roll on our minds
babe, we’re in crime of all time
now an for evermore, the ultimate trip
it’s your shot and it’s hot so toss the coin and let it flip

town of the wild
ain’t gonna let you down
town of the wild
sure gonna make you high

shake, shake, shake, oy
welcome to bop city
shake, shake, shake, oy
rockin’ in bop city

(solo)

late at night as your vice turns to sin
we’ll get yer rocks off for sure
red hot and burning up it’s your best choice and for free
outta luck, outta love, that don’t happen to you here

town of the wild
ain’t gonna let you down
town of the wild
sure gonna make you high

shake, shake, shake, oy
welcome to bop city
shake, shake, shake, oy
rockin’ in bop city

throw away yer self pity go and make yerself pretty
this train keeps rollin’ down to the bop city
there’s a word on every tongue about a place to have fun
everybody’s talkin’ ’bout bop city

(Note: On the ‘Kingpin’ album this songs starts with the sound of someone lighting a cigarette with matches. The version on ‘Shotgun Messiah’ doesn’t.)

(H. Kemppainen/T. Skold/B. Stagman/J. Kemppainen)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

DON’T CARE ‘BOUT NOTHIN’ (4:18)

alright

wake up, time to go to school
where teachers make the rules
but rules are just for fools

I sleep ’till way past breakfast ’cause I’m in the streets at night
arrive an hour too late, that’s why teachers always fight
they push me round, they put me down, they treat me like a fool
don’t care too much ’bout right or wrong, still I’m the one who’s cool

I’m tired of pleasing, I don’t care anymore

I don’t care ’bout nothin’
nothin’ at all
I don’t care ’bout nothin’
damn you all

words always some one there
screamin’ in my ears
words I hate to hear

“come over to the blackboard and write 100 times
I’ve been a naughty boy” man, I’d never steal a dime
they push me round, they put me down, they treat me like a fool
don’t care too much ’bout right or wrong, still I’m the one who’s cool

I’m tired of pleasing, I don’t care anymore

I don’t care ’bout nothin’
nothin’ at all
I don’t care ’bout nothin’
damn you all

(solo x 2)

I’m leavin your damn school
nothin you can do*
sick and tired of you

you teachers better listen ’cause I’ll only tell you once
I’m leavin’ your damn prison, this here kid is gone
they disagree, they put me down, they treat me like a fool
don’t care too much ’bout right or wrong, still I’m the one who’s cool

I’m tired of pleasing, I don’t care anymore

I don’t care ’bout nothin’
nothin’ at all
I don’t care ’bout nothin’
damn you all

I don’t care, I don’t care
so beware, beware… (“incomprehensible”)

I don’t care ’bout nothin’
no, no, no, nothin’ at all

(Note: In the third verse, at the *, there is some harmony vocals on the ‘Kingpin’ version that isn’t there on ‘Shotgun Messiah’.)

(H. Kemppainen/J. Kemppainen/Skold)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

SHOUT IT OUT (4:10)

Sc-Sc-Sc-Screeming geetar!

when your bed’s too sweaty and your head feels funny
you’re tossin’ and turnin’ ’cause the room’s too sunny
the upstair neighbour got some fifteen kids
and if somthing’s goin’ down it’s sure your lids
and the sound of T-T-Tim’s big pumpin’ bass
makes you dye yer hair, makes you change your ways
you gotta get it up, I’ve gotta get it out
I just found out what it’s all about

I was born to rock (born to rock)
sworn to rock (sworn to rock)

alright
naa na-na-naa-na
yeah
na-na-na-naa-na
alright
naa na-na-naa-na

that’s when you shout it out
shout it out, shout it louder
shout it out (shout), shout it louder

shout, shout
shout it out, shout it louder

and well up and about crusin’ down the street
feelin’ good, feelin’ neet and as one with the beat
the dissiness’ gone but your still a punk
just out to have fun and about to get drunk
that’s when the sound of Harry K’s screamin’ guitar
makes you wanna race in your old man’s car
the pedal to the metal and your pulse do the bop
the kind of bad habit that you just can’t drop

I was born to rock (born to rock)
sworn to rock (sworn to rock)

come on
naa na-na-naa-na
lie down
na-na-na-naa-na
uh
naa na-na-naa-na
that’s when you shout it out
shout it out, shout it louder (shout, shout, shout)
shout it out, shout it louder

shout, shout
shout it out, shout it louder

take this, sucker

(solo)

sing it
naa na-na-naa-na
na-na-na-naa-na
yeah, yeah, yeah
naa na-na-naa-na

that’s when you shout it out
shout it out (yeah), shout it louder
shout it out, shout it louder (shout)

shout, shout
shout it out (shout), shout it out (shout)

shout (shout), shout
shout

(Note: Verses sung/rapped by Tim and Harry. The intro voice; “sc-sc-sc-screeming geetar!” on the ‘Shotgun Messiah’-version differs from the ‘Kingpin’ version, where Harry says “F-F-F-F-Fuck you!”)

(H. Kemppainen/J. Kemppainen/Skold)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

SQUEEZIN’ TEAZIN’ (4:00)

I’d rather burn than fade away, yeah
I dance on glass and I never say maybe
I got it bad, my kingpin’s bitchin’
so if you want me I’ll be glad to cure your itchin’

party kickass
spread ’em honey, wide
no style, no class
let me crawl inside

you’re so hot, hot, hot, hot
better be ’cause I’m the kind of dog that bites the hand that feeds
squeezin’, teazin’
ready for the real thing
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

squeezin’, teazin’
ready for the real thing
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

you bring the booze, I bring the action
born on the loose, just out for satisfaction
we get our kicks from rock’n’roll
but rock’s not rock unless it’s out of control

party kickass
spread ’em honey, wide
no style, no class
let me crawl inside

you’re so hot, hot, hot, hot
better be ’cause I’m the kind of dog that bites the hand that feeds

squeezin’, teazin’
ready for the real thing
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

(solo)

strip, me cuff me
make my red turn blue
whip me, stuff me
then I do it to you

you’re so hot, hot, hot, hot
better be ’cause I’m the kind of dog that bites the hand that feeds

squeezin’, teazin’
ready for the real thing
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

squeezin’, teazin’
get down
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

squeezin’, teazin’
ready for the real thing
lovin’, pleasin’
O.K.

(Note: The intro part on this song from ‘Shotgun Messiah’ is a bit different and extended than on the version from ‘Kingpin’. Its part is bass/drum only and with a siren going berserk.)

(H. Kemppainen/J. Kemppainen/T. Skold)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

THE EXPLORER (3:45)

instrumental

(H. Kemppainen/T. Jacobsson)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

NOWHERE FAST (4:00)

so here we go

wow, get ready
’cause here we go again
cruse on down decadencia drive
rise from the gutter
strut your stuff in style

don’t tell me my hair’s a disgrace
up yours, get outta my face

naa na na na, naa na na na
naa na na na, naa na na na

nowhere fast (no), nowhere fast
nowhere fast (no), nowhere fast

hail to the wasted
all those waste years
cruse on down decadencia drive
smash all the limits
damned if I slow down

don’t tell me my life’s a disgrace
much rather sorry than safe

naa na na na, naa na na na
naa na na na, naa na na na

nowhere fast (no), nowhere fast
nowhere fast (nowhere fast), nowhere fast

they say I’m clingin to a runaway missile
they say I live to fast
that may be true but that’s the way I like it
I’ll enjoy the ride while it lasts
I’d much rather burn out fast, fast, fast

(solo)

nowhere fast, nowhere fast (come on)
nowhere fast (no), nowhere fast
nowhere fast (no, no, no), nowhere fast
nowhere fast (fast, fast), nowhere fast

nowhere fast, nowhere fast
nowhere fast, nowhere fast
nowhere fast (somebody save my soul), nowhere fast
nowhere fast (somebody save my soul), nowhere fast

I’m gonna live, I’m gonna die
down on Decadencia Drive
I’m gonna stay out all night
on Decadencia Drive

(Note: The part in italics is cut out from the ‘Shotgun Messiah’ version, and therefore a few seconds shorter. The machine-gun sounds at the end of the solo part is way much higher in the mix on ‘Shotgun Messiah’ than on ‘Kingpin’.)

(H. Kemppainen/Skold)

© 1987 CMM International AB
All rights in the U.S.A. administered by PSO Limited (ASCAP).
88561-1012-2
© 1989 Relativity Records, inc.

DIRT TALK (4:26)

kool chicks
in lipstick
naggin’ on my brain
that soft touch
is too much
drivin’ me insane

hit me with that dirt talk

sex bomb, she’s got some longlegged powdered pale
red hot love god, long red fingernails

hit me with that dirt talk

take me
t-t-t-take me for a ride
shake me
no way I’ll let u go
not let you go
no, no, no

hit me with that dirt talk
knock me to the floor
hit me with that dirt talk, dirt talk

trashy, classy
she’s eager to teaze
alarmingly charming
drops you to your knees

hit me with that dirt talk

lewd girl, rude girl
always back for more
sex gun, a magnum
venus de galore

hit me with that dirt talk

take me
t-t-t-take me for a ride
shake me
ain’t no way I’ll let u go
not let you go
no, no, no

hit me with that dirt talk
knock me to the floor
hit me with that dirt talk
yeah, yeah, yeah

hit me with that dirt talk
nasty to the core
hit me with that dirt talk

dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk

take me
t-t-t-take me for a ride
shake me
let me come inside

take me
t-t-t-take me for a ride
shake me
ain’t no way I’ll let u go
not let you go
no, no, no

hit me with that dirt talk
hit me with that dirt talk
hit me with that dirt talk
knock me to the floor
hit me with that dirt talk, dirt talk
nasty to the core

dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk

hit me with that dirt talk, dirt talk
dirt talk, dirt talk

(Note: Lyrics in italic sung by Harry Cody. The intro has no guitars in it on the ‘Shotgun Messiah’ version and is extended with a couple of bars. It is shorter and has guitars on ‘Kingpin’, though.)

(H. Kemppainen/Skold/Stagman)

I’M YOUR LOVE (4:52)

I read yer mind, I read yer lips
I got you at my fingertips
blind affection, hey, I wouldn’t have it any other way

the way you walk, the way you look
I know for sure I got you hooked
temptations, oh, I know the games that you wanna play

got you for my prize
got you hypnotized
watch yer every move
say it, say it

I’m your love (I am your love)
I’m your love (I am your love)
the one yer thinkin’ of
I’m your love

I got you hot, electrified
enuff to mess you up inside
make you shiver, oh, the looks I’m sendin’ make you feel that way

I seal your tounge, I freeze your grip
I turn you on a one way trip
blind affection, oh, I know the games that you wanna play

got you for my prize
got you hypnotized
watch yer every move
say it, say it

I’m your love (I am your love)
I’m your love (I am your love)
the one yer thinkin’ of
I’m your love

feel my new love
just for you love
black and blue love

(solo)

got you for my prize
got you hypnotized
watch yer every move
say it, say it, say it baby

I’m your love (I am your love)
I’m your love (I am your love)
the one yer thinkin’ of
I’m your love

feel my new love
just for you love
hardcore true love

feel my new love
just for you love
Fu Manchu love

(solo to fade)

(Note: On ‘Kingpin’, the choruses is sung by Harry alone and later overdubbed by Zinny for the ‘Shotgun Messiah’ version. With a little twitch on the pitch-knob miracles can be done even at the Stagman-camp 😉 It seems, at least to me, that the guitar noise in the intro is re-recorded for the ‘Shotgun Messiah’ version of this song.)

(H. Kemppainen/Skold)

NERVOUS (3:59)

outta gas in the dead of night
is it for real
hot lust turns to stone cold fright
say how you feel

me and my date
down on lovers lane
gettin’ so late
is there something waitin’ out in the rain

nervous
tickle your spine, can’t get rid of the feelin’
you’re nervous
freeze frame of mind ’cause you know it’s for real
and you’re nervous

shut up, did you hear that sound
is it for real
too quiet, is there someone ’round
say how you feel

me and my date
and we’re parked alone
gettin’ so late
“Do you want to hear something really scary?”

nervous
tickle your spine, can’t get rid of the feelin’
you’re nervous
freeze frame of mind ’cause you know it’s for real
and yer…

nervous
voices in the nite vanish in the shadows
have you ever heard a dream talking
well I did, I did, I did

(solo)

wake me gently from this dream
nothing’s what it seems

nervous
tickle your spine, can’t get rid of the feelin’
you’re nervous
freeze frame of mind ’cause you know it’s for real
and you’re…

nervous
tickle your spine, can’t get rid of the feelin’
freeze frame of mind ’cause you know it’s for real
and you’re nervous

(After the song:)
I’m gonna live, I’m gonna die
down on Decadencia Drive

(Note: In the fade at the end of “Nowhere Fast” the line “I’m gonna live, I’m gonna die down on decadencia drive” is spoken – on the ‘Shotgun Messiah’ album there’s a hidden/not indexed bonus track on 18 seconds that has the same lines, timestreched to be longer and slower, together with some street noise – and the very same barrell-organ-piece that can be found in the intro to Queen’s “Brighton Rock” from ‘Sheer Heart Attack’.
Just like on ‘Shotgun Messiah’, ‘Kingpin’ has an outro track. It’s the “intro” to the ‘Kingpin’-version of “Shout It Out”, where Harry says “F-F-F-F-Fuck you!”, sampled and played, probably by producer Matt J. Olausson, as a catchy little tune just a few seconds long, followed by some hysterical laughter.)

(H. Kemppainen/Skold/J. Kemppainen)