Songtext von The Big Chair

The road is hard The road is long I drive too fast The wind blows strong I tried to tie it down It still flops around My chair-my royal throne It's all I got It's not a lot To show for the years And the fight we fought She paid the bill I miss her still This chair is all I own Aye, yie, yie, yie, yie, yie, yie, yie, yie, yie CHORUS I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck My luck has gone away Big chair in little truck Got no TV But I am free And freedom tastes Like reality When we split apart It freeze-dried my heart But this chair is mine alone I want to stop I'm 'bout to drop I'm going 85- Look out, there's a cop I think that I might Get to my new home by night I wonder-should I phone? CHORUS Mexican radio Seven rest stops to go I've got my clothes and my dignity And a big comfy symbol to show CHORUS You know I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck A schmuck am I today Big chair in little truck