rambling, There's work to be done. So they gave me a tin hat, And they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played Waltzing
: La mia banda suona il rock e tutto il resto all'occorrenza sappiamo bene che da noi fare tutto e un'esigenza. E un rock bambino soltanto un po' latino
apart the shadows . . . And he says: ";This is work and not play"; And he says: ";There's always more than one way . . . This is work not play"; Refrain
cause there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As
cause there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda
: The lights went on The band stopped playing Our voices drowned by the applause They gave encores as we left the building For midnight phonecalls in
: La mia banda suona il rock e tutto il resto all'occorrenza sappiamo bene che da noi fare tutto e un'esigenza. E un rock bambino soltanto un po
whisper how much he loves you when the trumpets start to play and the band played on the band played on yeah, the band played on and the band played on
your charms to me Mr. Band Leader The arrangement has to change Gimme something light it up Won't'cha let the boogie start to play Monday
buy Sitting up there in that beltway bubble The main jefe talks about our freedom But this is what he really means... Business as usual How dirty we play
old I don't wanna die old, I wanna die young I wanna be a scumfuc and I wanna die young Don't wanna play in no fucking 60's band Kill me, rape me, do
on walls, six years later, our destiny calls Living our lives, some of us in bands Touring the world, but we know where we stand Cause when we play shows
doesn't change what I'm trying to say. It's just that something seems to be missing these days: Come's still around but the band doesn't play. Gone is
let you play me I do my own thang drive my range Pay my own bills 'cause I got my own change Ten stacks in my purse wrapped in rubber bands In the club
: It's one thing to know it but another to admit We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on
cheese up above I stumbled from my stag night To a never ending limousine The band went la di da di da And I got loady do di dodied Lousy violins began to play
And even Don King should promote talk shows It't the best thing in years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love
in peace And even though we Gs We still visualize places That we could roll a piece And in my minds eye I see this place the players go and pass
