The Hard Way

New motel and dirty beds and freezing showers

Overheads are through the roof

The crew is moaning

Boiling strings and Milton Keynes too

Waiting 'round for soundcheck at five

Doors are nine

And we ain't playing 'til eleven

And there's something about a curfew at two

Gonna be someone, I'm a smoking gun, I'm the lightning striking

All fucked up and ready to roll

All fucked up and ready to roll

I don't need a reason

I'm sick and I'm bleeding, got a thorn in my side

I’m cut into pieces

I'm closer to Jesus, even though Hell is open wide

'cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band

And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand

And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side

And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid

And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days

'cos me and the boys are staying on this ride

'cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band

And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand

And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side

And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid

And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days

'cos me and the boys are staying on this ride

'cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band

And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand

And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side

And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid

And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days

'cos me and the boys are staying on this ride