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Out of the Frying Pan (And Into the Fire)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Tasteninstrumente
Rory Dodd
Rory Dodd
Begleitgesang
Karla DeVito
Karla DeVito
Stimme und Gesang
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Klavier
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Gitarre
Kasim Sultan
Kasim Sultan
Bass
Eric Troyer
Eric Troyer
Begleitgesang
Ellen Foley
Ellen Foley
Begleitgesang
Jimmy Maelen
Jimmy Maelen
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Schlagzeug
Joe Stefko
Joe Stefko
Schlagzeug
Roger Powell
Roger Powell
Synthesizer
S. Buslowe
S. Buslowe
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Komponist:in
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Arrangeur:in
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Produzent:in
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Produzent:in
Gary Russell
Gary Russell
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
John Jansen
John Jansen
Produzent:in
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Tommy Edmonds
Tommy Edmonds
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jan Johnston
Jan Johnston
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Oh, it's jugular, Tink It's not skin, not bones, not veins It's jugular I have to say it Every nerve of my body is on fire Every muscle is in revolt Tonight, I'm gonna get her tonight Okay, breathe a little bit, just breath Maybe we should kidnap her Kidnap a girl? Yeah, I don't know, why not? We'll ask for ransom Ransom would be sweet What's ransom It's what you ask for when you've taken something That doesn't belong to you She's so pure and she's so beautiful I want her so bad, and she's so good It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar And all around the city, you see the walking wounded and the living dead (Forget it, he's dead) It's never been this hot, and I've never been so bored And breathing's just no fun anymore And then I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said Ooh, I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse The subway is sizzling and the skin on the street is gleaming with sweat Ooh, I see you sitting on the steps outside And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost I think it's time for you to come inside I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget I think it's time for you to come inside I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget Hey come on, come on Come on, come on and there'll be no turning back You were only killing time, and it can kill you right back Come on, come on, it's time to burn up the fuse You got nothing to do and even less to lose You got nothing to do and even less to lose Guys, I'm beggin' on my knees, I never do this So wander down to the ancient hallway Taking the stairs only one at a time Follow the sound of the heartbeat now She's in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line So open the door and lay down on the bed The sun is just a ball of desire And I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan and into the fire And into the fire Come on, clap, clap Let's do this, do it Come on, hey, let's do it So wander down to the ancient hallway Taking the stairs, only one at a time Follow the sound of the heartbeat now She's in her room at the top, you're at the end of the line So open the door, and lay down on the bed The sun is just a ball of desire And I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan and into the fire And into the, and into the, and into the (fire) And into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire Raven Come on A raven, a raven
Writer(s): Jim Steinman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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