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

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Keyboards
Rory Dodd
Rory Dodd
Background Vocals
Karla De Vito
Karla De Vito
Vocals
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Guitar
Kasim Sultan
Kasim Sultan
Bass
Eric Troyer
Eric Troyer
Background Vocals
Ellen Foley
Ellen Foley
Background Vocals
Jimmy Maelen
Jimmy Maelen
Percussion
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
Joe Stefko
Joe Stefko
Drums
Roger Powell
Roger Powell
Synthesizer
S. Buslowe
S. Buslowe
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Composer
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Arranger
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Steinman
Jim Steinman
Producer
Todd Rundgren
Todd Rundgren
Producer
John Janson
John Janson
Producer
Gary Russell
Gary Russell
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Tommy Edmonds
Tommy Edmonds
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

Hahahaha, It's jocular tink, it's not skin not bones not veins It's jocular I have to say it Every nerve of my body is on fire Every Muscle is in revolt Tonight, I am gettin' her tonight Okay, breath a little bit, just breath Maybe we should kidnap her Kidnap a girl? Yeah, i don't know why not ask forransom. Ransom would be sweet! What's ransom It's what you ask for when you take something That doesn't belong to you She is so pure and she's so beautiful I wanna her so bad and she's so good It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar (Woaaah, yees) And all around the city you see the walking wounded And the living dead It's never been this hot and I've never been so bored And breathing is 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 Uh, I saw you like a summer dream And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said INSTRUMENTAL You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse The subways are sizzling And the skin of the streets is gleaming with sweat Whoah, I've seen 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'll 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 beg 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 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 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, and into the, and into the And into the fire, fire, fire, and into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire, fire, fire And into the fire Raven A raven, raven
Writer(s): Jim Steinman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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