'BEAT UP BANGER'
By Keith Howard
Weekday - Work drudge - Getting by...
A craving for adventure, unsatisfied
Worn out - Dog tired - Silent sighs...
But I'm feeling the pull, to brighter skies
I'll hold that dream, a little bit longer
The big city lights, are burning stronger
Cos a beat up banger, still gets me far
To the blue haze smoke, of a basement bar
Just playing guitar, for all of the summer
A mate on the bass, another's, the drummer
Making those eyes, at the coolest chicks
Dancing to the beat, as their fingers click
(Yeah, dancing to the beat, as their fingers click)
Head blown - Soul dead - Gotta leave
There's more to life, is what I believe
Downed tools - Walked out - Feeling free
There's hope for the future, now I see
So I'll grab the gear, pack up the motor
Talk with the boys, about a driving rota
Cos a beat up banger, still gets me far
To the blue haze smoke, of a basement bar
Just playing guitar, for all of the summer
A mate on the bass, another's, the drummer
Making those eyes, at the coolest chicks
Dancing to the beat, as their fingers click
(Yeah, dancing to the beat, as their fingers click)
(Instrumental / Bridge)
Downed tools - Walked out - Feeling free
There's hope for the future, now I see
So I'll grab the gear, pack up the motor
Talk with the boys, about a driving rota
Cos a beat up banger, still gets me far
To the blue haze smoke, of a basement bar
Just playing guitar, for all of the summer
A mate on the bass, another's, the drummer
Making those eyes, at the coolest chicks
Dancing to the beat, as their fingers click
(Yeah, dancing to the beat, as their fingers click)
(Play out)...
