Opening Act 歌词

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.