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• 2011 - Riding Coach

Oh dear brothers, could they want us like that?
I know I wasn't there, but I want to take it back
Jack Bruce's slacks couldn't fit me like that
Those creamy days are gone and we're left chewing on the fat

Ooh, kid...
No golden yacht will sail you from the shore, kid
It doesn't happen like that

Ooh, kid...
That kind of doesn't happen anymore, kid
They don't want you like that

Touring more means sleeping on the floor
They want you to ride coach
I don't really want it anymore
They want you to ride coach

Turn off the radio and plug in the brick
Yeah, we steal too, we are all hypocrites
Oh dear brothers, no, this wasn't the plan
For some hard luck people in a hard luck band

Ooh, kid...
No platinum disc is waiting at your door, kid
It doesn't happen like that

Ooh, kid...
I hope you like sleeping on the floor, kid
Because it happens like that

Touring more means sleeping on the floor
They want you to ride coach
I don't really want it anymore
They want you to ride coach

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