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, [bad word] 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!