The tour took a sour turn in Europe. Johnny puked all over some club-goers in Prague, and well, they got pissed and stole some of our gear.
Sven the Soundman got jumped in Turin and has a black-eye.
The road is rough, man, the road is rough.
Most of the damned European towns don't seem to dig on our music.
Here's a B-side thats getting some play in Denmark.
"Stalker Song"
She walked in and
She sat down and
She had a drink beside me.
She said,
"Don't look at me like that again,"
"I have a big, fat boyfriend."
"Don't look at me like that again."
She got up and
She walked away and
She showed me the middle finger of her hand.
She said,
"I don't even know who you are,"
"Stop following me in your car!"
"I don't even know who you are."
She don't know who I am
But I know who she is
I know her phone number, street address
Favorite color, favorite dress...
The cops came in and
Told me to put up my hands and
Told me that I was under arrest.
4 comments:
you should post lyrics.
Done and did, brah.
(I'm glad you're into my art, man.)
I guess this sorta makes you my groupie, and I like my Heineken piss warm.
Europe just doesn't love you guys as much as the U.S. does!
The road is f-in rough. There's no question that it don't take no guff!
beautiful song, monads got SOUL!
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