play the guitar just like I'm ringing an egg
I'm not dealing from a full deck
Well, I can't just sit here,
the next town to think about it
I hear the air brakes hissin',
The windscreen wipers swishin',
I heard them call my name,
I heard them say let's go
You better get on board now, you better suck and blow,
Well, a bad motor scooter's a
She must have got too stoned
Woke up in a mental home, yeah
I hear the air brakes hissing
I hear the driver call my name
The windscreen wipers swishin'
We're gonna hit that slam again
You better take a deep breath,
You better suck and blow,
nobody's leavin' until the job gets done
When they break the gear down,
everything seems to wear a ton
I hear the air brakes hissing,
I hear the driver call, call, call
The windscreen wipers swishing,
I can see the tunnel at the
Well, I can make it through,
but that doesn't make it right
Hey, hey, hey, this room looks familiar
Why have I played it before?
I recognize the tear stains
On the back of the dressing room door
And I hear the air brakes hissing
I hear the driver callin' my name
The windscreen wipers swishin'
We're gonna hit that road again
you're not gonna make it now
Unless you're suckin' blue,
Yeah, suck it, got to suck it, boy