Flying through the night in a beat up wagon
A mike stand up my jacksy
Give me a beer and I’ll stand on a chair
And slip into something sexy
Black Cat Woolwich, The Tiger’s Head
The Cafe des Artistes, The Revolution and the Bag O’ Nails
I’ll see you down the Speak’
Your Ma said you slept real good in your food last nigth
But you couldn’t hold it down
And you broke up a damn good fight
Ligging at the Old Marquee, spinning Jack a line
Even he knew better than me, back in sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine
Sixty nine, sixty nine
On the road to Paradiso
Back of your head, got to pay some dues
Rugged looked down as the Thames swallowed
His life at the Boathouse, Kew
Hot girls, no AC, cheap TV, sleep on the floor
Hallelujah what’s a roadie, hush my baby sleep no more
Poor victims of delusion poor minds to question who we are Or amplified ignorance prayers…
Woman: I got lonely sometime You were gone and left Like you always do You…
I left home at the age of thirteen With a fistful of cash and a…
Taken for a ride. I know I said I'd rescue you, but their troops had…
feel the fire burning inside of me stronger each day feel the fire burning inside…
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