Argh!
Oh, shit.
Yeah!
When I was waiting in the barrel, where were you?
When I would find you a drink, where were you?
When I was a cryin' at home in bed, what were you?
When I was your father, did you see me?
You were standing in a queue, did you see me?
You had yellow hair, did you see me?
I want to talk to you all night, do you like me?
I want to find out about your life and do you like me?
Would you rather be my wife, do you love me?
Another town, another place, another girl, another place
Another truck, another race
I've been injured, feelin' bad
Another night, I'm goin' mad
My woman's leaving, I feel sad
But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another cake, my ears bleed
We are the road crew
Another town I've left behind
Another dream I'm completely blind
Another hotel I can't find
Another backstage mess to you
Another tube of super glue
Another border to get through
I'm driving like a maniac
Driving way to hell and back
Another room I've cased to pack
We are the road crew
Another town I've left behind
Another room I've cased to pack
I'm driving like a maniac
Driving way to hell and back
Another room I've cased to pack
We are the road crew
Another room I've cased to pack
We are the road crew
Another room I've cased to pack
I always flood with death, I live killed but I don't care about it I can't face your threats and stand up straight and talk and shout about it I think I'm on another world with you
With you, I'm on another planet with you, with you, another girl, another planet, another girl, another planet
Space travels in my blood, there ain't nothing I couldn't do about it
Long journeys wear me out but I know I can't live without you, I know I think I'm on another world with you
With you, I'm on another planet with you, with you, another girl who's loving you now
Another planet who's holding you down, another planet
This planet taught him right from wrong, with local tales and children's songs, Sunday school was his shelter, with his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem far away, an empty swing where he once played, now he's growing so fat and bold, he never thought that he'd grow old
And every day when he gets a train, looks out the window and thinks in vain, I could only be that boy again
Sales job and gets him there, same old faces, same old sounds, heart attacks, orthopedic backs, documents and labelled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him, with his roots in a glass of gin, she makes his lunch with processed ham
I'm waiting for the meet-up man, and every day when he gets a train, looks out the window and thinks in vain, I could only be that boy again
If he could be that boy again
Another day, another tin, his kids don't even notice him, something different about his face, his happy smile seems out of place
His family gathered round for tea, eyes fixed on their new celly, a new splash came, then it said Bill McCoy was just found dead
No more windows, no more trains, hung himself out in the rain, now he'll never be that boy again
And we say bye bye Bill McCoy
Bye bye Bill McCoy
I'm a boy, boy, boy on the run, some say my manners ain't the best
Some my friends have been a whole lot of trouble, and some say I'm no better than the rest
But tell your mama and your papa, sometimes good guys don't wear white
Every day I work hard, at night I spend a restless time with those rich kids and all their lazy money
They can't afford a candle to run, tell your mama and your papa, sometimes good guys don't wear white
Sometimes good guys, bad guys, which is which? The white color worker or the digger that digs, man who's to say who's the better man? Come on, do the best I can, best I can
You thought I had a dirty mind, all those messed up chicks, all the changing times, life filled, an easy limit
You can't come close to the love that I've given, to tell your mama and your papa, sometimes good guys don't wear white
They don't wear white
Sometimes I'm on, I'm on both levels
Lord, it don't leave me all by myself
So many times I'm down, down, down
With the ground
Lord, it don't leave me all by myself
Oh, in this world
Lord, it don't leave me all by myself
Some folks are born made to wave the flag, ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band wave hail to the chief, ooh, that's what the candidate you love
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves
But when the taxman come through the door, Lord, the house look like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks in Harry star spangled eyes, ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them how much should they give, ooh, the only answer is more, more, more
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
Before loneliness will break my heart
Send me a postcard, darling
How can I make you understand
I wanna be your woman
Here I'm waiting for a little sign
Waiting till the end of time
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
I can taste a lonely night
I need someone I can turn to
New gods for the day, I get a little sign
I want to know you're all mine now
Please don't let me down
Ain't no lover like me in town
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
Before loneliness will break my heart
Send me a postcard, darling
How can I make you understand
I wanna be your woman
Here I'm waiting for a little sign
Waiting till the end of time
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
I never got my license to live
They won't give it up
So I stand at the world's edge
I'm trying hard to break in
Oh, I know it's not for me
And the sight of it all
Makes me sad and ill
That's what I want
Some way of sin
When things get too straight
I can't bear it
I feel stuck, stuck on a pin
I'm trying to break in
Oh, I know it's not for me
And the sight of it all
Makes me sad and ill
That's what I want
Some way of sin
That's what I want
Some way of sin
Just to relax well
Let some dumb wit sin
For a while anyway
With my head on the edge
That's what you get out of the edge
Some way of sin
Even if you're too long
Trying to get along
Pretending that you're low
So shy
I'm a nice woman
With all I can
My temperature is running high
High at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Hope it's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time
Well, yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Well, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Every girl and boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit and stare
Begging all my needs
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair
My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't only make you feel so fine
Ride on, go on
Don't only turn you on
Can't you see we're wasting time?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Well, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
And what customs, sheriff for good whether
To our tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To our tomorrow's parties
And where will she go? What shall she do
When midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And where will she go?
It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean I didn't try
I didn't even know why
Now we gotta go
Baby, you're not at home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone
Viscorous as I am
Beat my head against the pole
Try to knock some sense
Down in my balls
And even though they don't show
The sky's not so warm
And when they go
They let you know
You can't put your arm around a mammary
Don't try
You're just a bastard, Jim
And you've got no name
Crud, you're living with me
We're one and the same
And even though they don't show
The sky's not so warm
And when they go
They let you know
You can't put your arm around a mammary
Don't try
You can't put your arm around a mammary
John Chai