Fool's Road

Driving a life for the people

Who refuse to leave their home

Leaving our lives in ruin

For a chance to roll the stones

Here comes paul sleeping upright

In the hall with trouble on his mind

He's been in the zone, something to the tone

Of the stooges or the MC5

Here we come straight out of the sun

To the dark heart of your town

Punters fall, pissing on the wall

Tearing the posters down

Institution of electrocution

And the blood all over the stage

Down into the pit with the sweat

And the spit and the bone is starting to rage

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way

Kurt won't sing when he breaks a string

And he's bringing the rah-rah down

An american bass, a mike in the face

Assault of noise and a wall of sound

Runnin' like a mother, tuning up

Another guitar he doesn't own

With a bad reputation all across the nation

We're never quite at home

We don't care who you think we are

Pipes will call us to the grave

We don't care who you think we are

And if you can't stand up to the wave

Then you better get out of the way