Headlights, white lines, black tar rivers Dragging me around this country as it whithers The billboards, signposts, standing in the way Tell of the state of the nations, that we find today
And we play and we play To every day, every day To every day
In the front rooms of old towns far from the city With beat up guitars and hearts full of pity The people gather round singing songs from everywhere Torn from the nation, left without a care
CHORUS
And we'll rid the bloody world for a moment in a word And we'll rid the bloody world cos The words that you heard when you were young will always stay The one's that always stay make the world go away
Warm night, clear sky, European town Out side the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd Open boots, violin, banjo and a voice Exiled buskers, happy with their choice