Lyrics:
offensive
Art is offensive
The ideas are the most offensive
Lyrics are offensive
Demonstrations are offensive
Gigs are offensive
When you don't support me,
Now I make a living from a circuit I made
Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played
It might be the money or the town that it's in
But
I laced up his Converse sneakers, we drove down the California line
After we played a little gig in Chico, he headed home, he left me behind
Full of speed out of fear
But I'm driving
LA told me to go
No more gigs, left the show
But I'm driving
For you
Just for you
I'll be shifting
you flowers leave them at your door
Our close mates have a gig at the local bar
I can't wait to kiss in your car
You say to me,
That your not like
HEROES
HEROES OF ROCK!
SO RAISE UP THE HORNS!
A TOAST FOR METAL!
LASTING FEAST!
A TOAST FOR METAL!
SWEET LOVING NOISE!
LAST GIG IN THE SKY!
SO
A short break and a slow gig
Before I pick up the, shovel and dig
And continue to dig
I could never recognize ,a good thing
Now I try to listen
day that rolls on by you start to lose your grip
Ambitions fade to grey as time scales always slip
Feet on the ground
Feet on the ground
These gigs
always stop the gigs
Call yourself a 'youth council' but you're so full of shit
Youth phuck banned our music life today
Stop the shows and turn the skins
Man seeking unemployment no gig too big to blow.
Self-destruct for own enjoyment
Another knucklehead who can't say no
Blame a woman for the way I am.
Estás aquém de quem sou
Só me encontro ao encontro do som
Tenho gig e estou bem, já só vou
Nunca me faltarão asas para o voo
Mas tu estás aquém de
I bought my self a Cadillac
When I was just nineteen
I wanted to travel this land
In an American made machine
Playing gigs around town
Just trying
alone again
the gig is up
and I just want to say
it was fun while it lasted
I tried my best for sure
but once she opens her mouth
I’m torn between
Ain't no red carpet where I play
The bars are closed during the day
Drop some singles in my guitar case
I know it's hard but that's my gig
I'm a
You
don’t rely on talent, discipline or luck
The modern day musician, getting paid for gigs
It’s beyond all recognition to live on the skids
You don’t rely
music gig doesn't pay that well
but the fans are alright
Darling come home
I can't take the apartment alone
You left your beret behind
and your croissant
We took a leap of faith
Leaving no trace
Escaping the gig grind
Looking for a better place
No more short cons, no more scams
Breaking away from our
to jump right out of my leash
We’re top dogs
Yeah
Whoo
We’re top dogs
Rock hard
Standing up tall, standing on guard
Top dogs
Gig barks
Gonna run you outta
[Chorus]
I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime
I had robbed myself of all my precious time
Had my first gig here in the neighborhood
We had a little
[Chorus]
I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime
I had robbed myself of all my precious time
Had my first gig here in the neighborhood
We had a little
‘Twas back in the summer of ‘89
Got me a band wrote some tunes to play
Found gigs in some real sleazy dives
But man we really got to play
Come
ᏗᎦᏘᏍᏗ ᏙᏦᏢᏍᎪ
we make gigs
ᏥᏍᏛᎾ ᏙᏥᏘᎰ
we gig crawdads
ᏚᏳᎦᏛ ᎿᏛᎦ ᎡᏥ ᎠᏬᏎᎰ
my mom always tells me to do good
ᎤᏲ ᏔᏛᏁᎵ ᎤᏲ ᏂᏓᎦᎵᏍᏔᏂ
your gonna do bad bad is
Well, maybe you're thinkin' I'm outasight
'Cause I know you saw me kickin' at the gig last night
Maybe, baby, that's why they call
Twang bar king
Let's ride
Midnight gig to nowhere
I know you'll be there too
Nowhere in the universe is
Far enough for you let's ride
Let's ride let's ride
Let's ride
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