Letra de When Pigs Fly

Everyone is looking at you Smile while you're drinking a few Everybody knows your name It must suck to get women and fame You gotta learn to appreciate All the love of the fans oh yeah it's great But all you do is whine, whine whine Critics and your radio time But you don't know what it's like Shitty shows every night We want to be big, but we've got no choice Our style of music's got no voice Clematis Street it's Friday night Somewhere down the road way up to the right And there's no one here to start our pits But those fat old drunken white trash chicks In a crowd of two or three There's no doorman so they got in for free Another night of not getting paid In a bar downtown where we always play But you don't know what it's like Shitty shows every night We want to be big, but we've got no choice Our style of music's got no voice