"On The Road"
Back on the road again
No money no food and dirty clothes
Don't know which way to go
Or if we'll even make the show?
Crashed into a petrol pump there goes my insurance lump
I just want out of here
Someone gives me a fucking beer
TONIGHT, TONIGHT...IT'LL BE ALRIGHT
TONIGHT, TONIGHT...I'M GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT
SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE
Next day we're up again
Slept rough yet again
Heading into no man's land
With a tongue that feels like desert sand
6 stitches from a bicycle ride
It's a shame I cannot hide
3 pasta meals per day
And a pittance for our fucking pay but...
Now we're on our way back home
Still no signal on the phone
Just wanna eat some grub
And have a night out down the pub
Here I stare at the van again
Everyone is sleeping on everything
They all gonna feel the same
Homeward bound from where we came cos...
Thanks to bijou for these lyrics