Miles 'tween and what I'll see yet, but I still shudder
The engine's struggling
The snowy drifts of the home we left betray the warmth of the hearts it kept
These prairie mile kids, in droves, put knuckles into things they know
The people and pits in Sydney, that Corless knew we had to see
Don't give me those eyes
Yea, it's still damn good to be here
Now let's start with the making eyes and sharing scars
And planning more
Well you've heard the grumbling by now, I'm sure
Now how's about we get down to the hard part?
We'll get the sex, the drugs,
And the rock down flat in one trip flat and live out the rest in liner notes
Next stop at the free clinic 'cause grumpy Adam's grumbling again:
I'll never see home again
Not that this whine and cheese ain't great and all,
But I surely do detect some pretence to it all
We no-balls jabberjaws no not the history we offend
When we put our feet up on the words of those who've burned
These days we say it's better to get your lumps than never have seen your blood at all
We know the cost
We're consumed by loss as hearts explode on the road
You want some Parecon, well we got that in spades
It's every rock show Let's go employ that ethos elsewhere
These networks wane and die with every sneezing eye
My boys ain't here for nothing
Show me how your town does it
The underground is on fire
Who's gonna put it out?
Tell my family and friends, whatever's left of them
Scream it from the rooftops, bellow till your heart stops
Sorry Boss, I'm afraid that I'm not coming in
Scream it from the rooftops, bellow till your heart stops