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

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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Gord Taylor, Mark Boland, Paul Mckenzie, Kurt Robertson, Sean Sellers, Randall Steffes, Justin Burdick
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