Want You To Know © 2019 (C. Rich/J. Millman)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass, backing vocals
Brad Pharis - drums, backing vocals

(Want you to know)
Now I can see right through those alabaster lies
(Want you to know)
Ain’t gonna fall in line like every other guy
(Want you to know)
I saw you comin’ like a dark October sky
Want you to know want you to know want you to know
You won’t be comin’ for my soul
Don’t be comin’ for my soul

(Want you to know)
Just like the color of that dress I’m seein’ red
(Want you to know)
You got ‘em all hangin’ on every word you said
(Want you to know)
I got this fever that keeps burnin’ in my head
Want you to know want you to know want you to know
You won’t be comin’ for my soul
Don’t be comin’ for my soul

She says she’ll make givin’ in seem so damn easy
Something no body can resist
She just lookin’ for a little sympathy
But listen brother don’t be another mark upon her list

The smoke is risin’ from behind those azure eyes
Throughout the centuries it’s still the same disguise
You think you’re foolin’ me but girl I’m gettin’ wise
Want you to know want you to know want you to know
You won’t be comin’ for my soul
Don’t be comin’ for my soul (want you to know, want you to know)
Don’t be comin’ for my soul (want you to know, want you to know)
Don’t be comin’ for my soul (want you to know, want you to know)
Don’t be comin’ for my, comin’ for my, comin’ for my, comin’ for my
Comin’ for my soul

Zombie Girl © 2019 (J. Millman)

Chris Rich- rhythm guitar, backing vocals
Josh Millman - lead vocals, lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard
John Crawford - bass, backing vocals
Brad Pharis - drums

In the dark of the night, she make me feel alright
So I’m gonna go with the flow and I’m never gonna put up a fight
She got inside my head, now I’m as good as dead
But you know there’s nothin’ you can say to make it better when she’s seein’ red

Zombie girl, zombie girl
Pretty little zombie girl
Zombie girl, zombie girl
There’s nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie girl

She got me on the run, it’s her idea of fun
So we’re gonna cut to the chase ain’t no stoppin’ ‘til the deed is done
Now I think I’m insane, she got a piece of my brain
You know I bought a one-way ticket now I’m ridin’ on the zombie train

Zombie girl, zombie girl
Pretty little zombie girl
Zombie girl, zombie girl
There’s nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie girl

Zombie girl, zombie girl
A pretty little zombie girl
Zombie girl, zombie girl
There’s nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie girl

Zombie girl, zombie girl
Pretty little zombie girl
Zombie girl, zombie girl
There’s nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie
Nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie
Nothin’ in the world like a pretty little zombie girl

Little Generals © 2019 (C. Rich/J.Crawford)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums

See the soldiers at the schoolyard gates
And they never break their ranks to defend their mates
When the enemy is comin’ you just got to do or die
Just like every mother’s son you know they never wonder why

‘Cause the sticks and stones didn’t break their bones
So in ten years more they’ll be off to war
Little Generals don’t know what they’re fighting for

See the war through the television screen
And the hero’s always back in the final scene
And they never seem to wonder ‘bout the people dressed in black
Or why they’re countin’ up the names of those who’re never comin’ back

‘Cause the sticks and stones didn’t break their bones
So in ten years more they’ll be off to war
Little Generals don’t know what they’re fighting for

Little Generals never tell you
Why they always try to break the Golden Rule
And no there’s nothin’ you can do

See the soldiers at the railyard gates
And they never break their ranks to defend their mates
When the enemy is comin’ you just got to do or die
Now just like every mother’s son you know they never wonder why

‘Cause the sticks and stones didn’t break their bones
So in ten days more they’ll be off to war
Little Generals don’t know what they’re fighting for
Little Generals don’t know what they’re fighting for

Bombs © 2019 (C.Rich/J. Millman)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhyhthm guitar, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums

Father’s son of the second war
And he joined the RAF back in ‘34
He left his wife at home back in Londontown
And she heard the sirens wail as the sky was comin’ down

And so the bombs keep fallin’ yeah they’re fallin’ down
Bombs keep fallin’ I can hear the sound
Bombs keep fallin’ as the bombs keep fallin’ down

Somewhere back there in old Saigon
Ho-Chi had us on our knees “what the hell was goin’ on?”
You know it seemed like the whole world was turnin’ red
There was nothin’ we could do but bring it down upon their head

And so the bombs keep fallin’ yeah they’re fallin’ down
Bombs keep fallin’ I can hear the sound
Bombs keep fallin’ as the bombs keep fallin’ down

Now we’re back in the desert sands
Caught between the IRAs and the I-forget-i-stans
Some kind of victory is what we really need
‘Cause there’s oil in the ground and we’re never gonna leave

Bombs keep fallin’ yeah they’re fallin’ down
Bombs keep fallin’ I can hear the sound
Bombs keep fallin’ as the bombs keep fallin’ down
And it goes like this!

Bombs keep fallin’ yeah they’re fallin’ down
Bombs keep fallin’ I can hear the sound
Bombs keep fallin’ as the bombs keep fallin’ down

Mary Goes Round © 2019 (C. Rich/J. Millman)

Chris Rich- rhythm guitar, backing vocals
Josh Millman - lead vocals, lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums

I saw her walkin’ by the girls on the playground
She heard ‘em talkin’ but it never seemed to get her down
She had me spinnin’ even way back when
And Mary, Mary goes round again

I sense attraction from the older boys and prefects
She got it goin’ even though she doesn’t know it yet
I wonder if I’m gonna treat her in the end
And Mary, Mary goes round again

I took her down to see the lights out on the bay
Stealin’ kisses, ridin’ in the summer rain
The tide was turnin’ and her heart was on the wane
Another second chance might never come again

And now I’m caught up in a long conversation
I find it hard enough to capture her attention
She says she really wants to keep me as a friend
And Mary, Mary goes round and

Mary goes round and Mary goes round and
Mary goes round and Mary goes round and
Mary goes round and Mary goes round again
Mary goes round again
Mary goes round again
Mary goes round again

Something To Believe © 2019 (C.Rich/J. Millman)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, trumpet, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass, backing vocals
Brad Pharis - drums
& featuring Phil Hyun - violin, viola, violincello
String & Horn arrangement: Josh Millman

Queuein’ up for the mornin’ train
And I think I’m late again for the 5:15
And I don’t know if I’ll ever see the sun again
So I’m lookin’ up to heaven but it starts to rain

And I just wanted something to believe in
Just wanted something to believe
Just wanted something to believe

So your folks tell you where it’s at
Get a job and settle down in a council flat
But they’re so far gone that they’ll never get back
But there must have been a time when they were under attack

‘Cause they just wanted something to believe in
Just wanted something to believe
Just wanted something to believe

It’s just a story about a boy and a girl
And they’re tryin’ to make their way in the modern world
But they keep gettin’ told that they’re gettin’ too loud
Now I think you’re about to hear another voice in the crowd

You know they just wanted something to believe in
Just wanted something to believe
Just wanted something to believe

Now I don’t know much about the whys and hows
But if you tell me again I’ll try to figure it out
‘Cause you gotta believe
Yeah you gotta believe
‘Cause you gotta believe (gotta have something to believe in)
Yeah you gotta believe (gotta have something to believe)
‘Cause you gotta believe (gotta have something to believe in)
Yeah you gotta believe (gotta have something to believe)
‘Cause you gotta believe (gotta have something to believe in)

New Mod Song © 2019 (C. Rich/J. Millman)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums
& featuring The Sentimental Horns
Horn arrangment: Josh Millman

I would try to pretend that I might’ve fit in
If I could dress right from my head down to my toes
All my mates are the same, it was part of the game
We had to act real loud; make everybody know

That the kids here we’re alright, and we don’t see black or white
So tonight I’m gonna write a new mod song, new mod song

Can remember the day, I saw her comin’ my way
Just a reflection of the sunlight in her eyes
Everybody could see, she wanted part of the scene
A small distraction from her blue suburban skies

Now I don’t know if it’s right, but I’m out into the light
So tonight I’m gonna write a new mod song, new mod song

When we were off in summer on a holiday
I wish that surely it would always be this way
When you gave me no reply, I was left to wonder why
So tonight I’m gonna write a new mod song, new mod song

Gonna tell all her friends, how it was in the end
She left me waiting wondering at the Harbour Bar
By the end of the story, I thought she should’ve been sorry
An explanation why she’d take it all too far

So I got to set it right, pull her out into the light
So tonight I’m gonna write a new mod song, new mod song
So tonight I’m gonna write…
A new mod song, new mod song, new mod song, new mod song
New mod song

Split Town © 2019 (J. Millman)

Chris Rich- rhythm guitar, backing vocals
Josh Millman - lead vocals, lead & rhythm guitar, bass, keyboard
John Crawford - backing vocals
Brad Pharis - drums

I met a little pretty in the back of the bar knew I’d never be the same
Couldn’t help hopin’ it would go real far and I was really gettin’ into the game
Talk about a beauty, talk about a cutie, talk about a girl with a brain
Who’d have ever thought by the end of the night
That she’d be drivin’ me insane?

I been waitin’ and I been patient
But I can never nail you down
You keep talkin’ but you keep walkin’
So I think it’s time to split town now that you been givin’ me the runaround

I tried everything I could think to do but I couldn’t get her outta my head
Every time I tried to talk to someone new I’d remember every word that she said
Talk about a hottie, talk about a body, talk about what we could do in bed
But I betcha when I get the girl another drink
She gonna leave with someone else instead

I been waitin’ and I been patient
But I can never nail you down
You keep talkin’ but you keep walkin’
So I think it’s time to split town now that you been givin’ me the runaround

Some may say that I was too naïve
But that girl kept pullin’ tricks out of her sleeve
Night was day and wrong kept feelin’ right
Ain’t no tellin’ when she’s lyin’ she kept sellin’ I kept buyin’

I been waitin’ and I been patient
But I can never nail you down
You keep talkin’ but you keep walkin’
So I think it’s time to split town now that you been givin’ me the runaround

Givin’ me the runaround
Givin’ me the runaround
Givin’ me the runaround
Givin’ me the runaround

I been waitin’ I been patient never met a girl who made me so crazy
So I think I better split town
Ain’t no tellin’ when she’s lyin’ she kept sellin’ I kept buyin’
So I think it’s time to split town now that you been givin’ me the runaround

Get What You Get © 2019 (C. Rich)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass, backing vocals
Brad Pharis - drums

Son let me tell you how it’s gonna be
Did you think that you could walk away from here so easily?
You been a long time gone but you can’t erase
The people ‘round here gotta know their place
Boy you get what you get, so you better get back in line

Boy let me tell you what you outta know
Don’t ever think you’re better ‘cause you play a couple rock ‘n roll shows
Now I see you ride around in your fancy clothes
But you’re still the same kid from down the road
Boy you get what you get, so you better get back in line

Man it’s that same bloody game happens all over town
You try to build ‘em up just to knock ‘em down
They’re never gonna ever let you over the line
Because they do it and they do it and they do it all the time

Man it’s that same bloody game happens all over town
You try to build ‘em up just to knock ‘em down
They’re never gonna ever let you over the line
Because they do it and they do it and they do it all the time

Let me tell you how to end the game
Put out a couple records and they all wanna know your name
Now I see you sittin’ there in the very back row
But I’m gonna tell you something that you oughta know
Boy you get what you get, so you better get back in line
You get what you get, so you better get back in line
You get what you get, so you better get back in

Sussed Up And Free © 2019 (C.Rich/J. Millman/J.Crawford)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums
& featuring The Sentimental Horns
Horn arrangment: Josh Millman

Puttin’ on her favorite shirt up in her Chelsea flat
And we’re headin’ down the Kings Road ‘cause she knows just where it’s at
Don’t need anyone to tell her why she looks so good to me
She knows everyone can recognize when you’re sussed up and free
Sussed up and free, sussed up and free, sussed up and free

Hangin’ at the Marquee and we’re hangin’ at The Scene
And we’re talkin’ to the Faces and the Numbers in between
Don’t need anyone to tell ‘em just how white their shirts should be
They know everyone can recognize when you’re sussed up and free
Sussed up and free, sussed up and free, sussed up and free

Don’t say that these modern days are comin’ to an end
If we had Peter Meaden we could do it all, do it all again

Puttin’ on my favorite suit and headin’ to the show
‘Cause you know you get attention on an SX 200
Don’t need anyone to tell me ‘cause it’s always plain to see
I know everyone can recognize when you’re sussed up and free
Sussed up and free, sussed up and free, sussed up and free

Free, sussed up and free, sussed up and free, sussed up and free

Good Reaction © 2019 (C. Rich/J. Millman/B. Pharis)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard, harmonica, backing vocals
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums

Everybody goin’ to the club tonight
Everybody gonna get dressed up right
Everybody puttin’ on their dancin’ shoes
Drink and sweat to the rhythm and blues

When tonight they’re in the action
Maybe get a glance or a second chance
And a good reaction
It’s a good reaction

Watchin’ ‘em workin’ on the latest dances
Boy in the suit knows what he fancies
Long black hair ain’t it no surprise
Starin’ at the girl with the coal black eyes

When tonight he’s in the action
Maybe get a glance or a second chance
And a good reaction
It’s a good reaction

So come on everybody to the show tonight
The boys in the band will be rockin’ it right
We’ll start the set about half past ten
We’ll reel it and we’ll rock it and we’ll do it again

When tonight we’re in the action
Maybe get a glance or a second chance
And a good reaction
It’s a good reaction

Good reaction
Good reaction
It’s a good reaction
It’s a good reaction
Good reaction
It’s a good reaction

Right Way © 2019 (C.Rich/J. Millman/J. Crawford)

Chris Rich- lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Josh Millman - lead vocals, lead & rhythm guitar, keyboard
John Crawford - bass
Brad Pharis - drums

There’s a right way on the right day
Gonna find me in the right scene
Don’t try to tell me that’s it’s over
‘Cause it’s 1-2 here we go
Here we go

Down the disco where the kids go
All the Faces in their places
Oh let me be in the High Numbers
‘Cause it’s 1-2 here we go
Here we go

Don’t you know I got a brand new suit?
A new 45 and my Chelsea boots
Come on little girl won’t you dance with me?
Show ‘em how it’s done and you know it’s gonna be
The right way

You gotta move right you gotta groove right
You gotta dress right for a beach fight
‘Cause there’s a right way
There’s a right way
There’s a right way
There’s a right way

‘Cause there’s a right way (here we go)
There’s a right way (here we go)
There’s a right way (here we go)
There’s a right way
Here we go again