Lyrics The Pretty Things

The Pretty Things

Rip Off Train

Young man made it to the city

Searching through the wet streets

Looking for a rock 'n' roll band

Caught the rip off train to freedom

A line of agents holding out their hand

Work your arses off forever

Midnight highways really bring you down

But you're there and you're working

So don't complain, so many miss the train

Find a sound, lay it down

They say it's underground

Starts to sell, do it well

But you never can tell

Now the young man's star shines brightly

Breaking hearts, his records in the charts

Finds it hard to freak twice nightly

Falls in love, the hardest fall of all

Find a sound, lay it down

They say it's underground

Starts to sell, do it well

But you never can tell

He was just a lonely boy

A very well known clown

He was just a lonely boy and down

Find a sound, lay it down

They say it's underground

Starts to sell, do it well

But you never can tell