Ian Stuart & The Klansmen - Motorway daze | Текст песни

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Motorway Daze

Wheels are spinning around and around along the motorway
Travelling north to do a show so speed up or we'll be late
The rain is pouring from the sky, the cars are slowing down
The beers gone and there's people praying for the station to come around

We're travelling on a motorway, playing white guitars
We're travelling on the motorway, and I'm sick of seeing cars

Darkness is descending and the lights are all ahead
Like an endless sea of neon, like a golden riverbed
People are complaining that their legs are getting sore
I need to get out and stretch 'em and waste another half hour more

We're travelling on a motorway, playing white guitars
We're travelling on the motorway, and I'm sick of seeing cars

Travelling on the motorway is not a pleasant thing
Travelling on the motorway and we only came to sing
Travelling on a motorway and we travel for the cause
For all those ones who try to stop us
You may as well stay inside your doors

The time has come, we're finally there and we're sworn to see it through
Get out there and play those songs to an audience strong and true
The power and the glory has the crowd of us all one
It gives you the chance to raise your heads to carry on

We're travelling on a motorway, playing white guitars
We're travelling on the motorway, and I'm sick of seeing cars