Opening Act - Acqua Fragile

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 «.