Song | Opening Act |
Artist | Acqua Fragile |
Album | Mass-Media Stars |
Skipping from an always dusty hall | |
To another lonely highway | |
Not a line about you | |
Comes out on the local paper | |
And no willing groupies | |
Anxious to gently peel your oranges | |
Your ridiculous and broken down equipment | |
Drives you nicely out of tune. | |
Dragging on from one to another fatty guy | |
Who's trying to ignore you | |
Spy the top musicians sipping hard | |
From their half full cans | |
Try your steps! | |
Get all your strings together and | |
Get out your feather and lead | |
Yes, you're out! | |
Fuses for fire crackers your | |
Fingers will taste brand new frets | |
You're gonna be damned good and let it all out. | |
They gonna say « Oh Wow! » | |
And call out for more. | |
You'll wear the white suit of | |
The opening act | |
Watch your step! | |
Roadies and mighty managers | |
Get you so dizzy and high | |
Set your gear | |
While the audience keeps on stamping floors | |
Your sweaty hands're gripping sore | |
Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar | |
Before you're plugged in | |
And tear the white suit of | |
The opening act | |
We're alone! | |
Cheapest hotels and sandwiches | |
All sorts of bad words and chords | |
But tonight | |
Before the lights we click just right | |
And top stars thumbs all point up | |
Happy to be out and singing like hell | |
People begin to roar before we're plugged in | |
Shiny's the white rag of | |
the « Opening Act ». |
Skipping from an always dusty hall | |
To another lonely highway | |
Not a line about you | |
Comes out on the local paper | |
And no willing groupies | |
Anxious to gently peel your oranges | |
Your ridiculous and broken down equipment | |
Drives you nicely out of tune. | |
Dragging on from one to another fatty guy | |
Who' s trying to ignore you | |
Spy the top musicians sipping hard | |
From their half full cans | |
Try your steps! | |
Get all your strings together and | |
Get out your feather and lead | |
Yes, you' re out! | |
Fuses for fire crackers your | |
Fingers will taste brand new frets | |
You' re gonna be damned good and let it all out. | |
They gonna say nbsp Oh Wow! nbsp | |
And call out for more. | |
You' ll wear the white suit of | |
The opening act | |
Watch your step! | |
Roadies and mighty managers | |
Get you so dizzy and high | |
Set your gear | |
While the audience keeps on stamping floors | |
Your sweaty hands' re gripping sore | |
Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar | |
Before you' re plugged in | |
And tear the white suit of | |
The opening act | |
We' re alone! | |
Cheapest hotels and sandwiches | |
All sorts of bad words and chords | |
But tonight | |
Before the lights we click just right | |
And top stars thumbs all point up | |
Happy to be out and singing like hell | |
People begin to roar before we' re plugged in | |
Shiny' s the white rag of | |
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