The Hard Way by Wildhearts
The Hard Way
New motel and dirty beds, 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.
Don't need a reason.
I'm sick and I'm bleeding, got a thorn in my side.
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