| -for andy field | |
| Raw meat for the balcony | |
| Another mugging in tin pan alley | |
| Another heart of attack takes the centre stage | |
| You might think i'm getting cynical | |
| But after these years i can still pass the physical | |
| Still got my corner, still got my edge | |
| And the waitress takes an order for another round | |
| As i try to blend my way into the crowd | |
| The hunter of the autograph he wants my name | |
| And i just can't find the strength to turn him down | |
| Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong | |
| I don't need your sympathy, just lend me a needle and spare me a dime | |
| Just a tear in the public eye | |
| From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me | |
| Some sort of reaction is all that i need | |
| The cognac goes down better in the hotel room, | |
| When you're staring at the writing on the wall | |
| Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down | |
| When it's just another lyric going for a song | |
| We're low on life on the highway in search of coin | |
| Picking up the pennies from the road | |
| Guided by direction in the wake of stars | |
| We were driven by a dream that's broken down | |
| But the bandwagon's parked up in another town | |
| We hope tomorrow its heading out our way | |
| To get us out the tunnel where we've paid our dues | |
| With friends we buried there beyond the lights | |
| Raw meat for the balcony | |
| Is that all i am, is that all i'm going to be? | |
| Raw meat for the balcony, | |
| Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny? | |
| But if that bandwagon takes off for another town | |
| And the suits that buy the wine don't like my song | |
| Though i'm playing to empty tables | |
| Till the curtain falls | |
| I'll always find the strength to carry on | |
| I'll always have the strength to carry on | |
| I'm raw meat! | |
| (dick/paterson) |