Paroles de Anne Negggen

I don't see the future, I feel it day to day Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay Trucking down to London, gigs that never end Foggy days and motorways Will drive me round the bend An' again (x 8) Went to see my agent, natty looking gent Dirty dates and dirty plays, We must be trucking bent Only real solution, help me on my way Close my eyes and visualize Some peace to help me play When time is tight your look ain't right And keeping time is an upward climb P's and q's just follow you And all the time you feel the grime like hell Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent May god make the papers say We're going where we'll win We don't mind a work down When the night is through Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you