Stompbox Blue Jeans

Sold downstream with empty dreams
of rock and roll and finer things
and all I ask is for another chance
to sing some songs
Maybe you'd sing along
if you knew the words
or at least pretended like you can
When all your days come to a close
and all you hate is all you know
and love is what you wish you had
then maybe you
and maybe me
time will show our history
so the rest of us just might understand
I might just go excuse myself
to take a break, to have a smoke
or maybe step out and not look back
'Cause it's just as well
if you can tell
I'm not happy playing for a lot
such as yourselves

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