On The Road - Aurelio Voltaire

On the road

It gets so lonely

Far away from home

Every night I cry myself to sleep

I cry a river of tears

And I lie in this bed

And wish that you were here

9 AM, there’s a call on the phone

My agent says «I know you’re not alone

Kick the girl out, son

There’s a car outside

To take you to the airport.»

12 PM, I’m on the plane

The stewardess smiles

'Cause I remembered her name

She asked, «Where're you going?»

And I told her:

«Honey, you should know that it’s all the same.»

The suit to my left, he gets all riled

He says: «You're lucky that your life is wild.»

And I said: «Hey Man

That’s just what it’s like being on the road.»

It gets so lonely

Far away from home

Every night I cry myself to sleep

I cry a river of tears

And I lie in this bed

And wish that you were here

4 PM, I’m at the club

Checking sound in a dingy pub

Then it’s back to the room

Where I drink some wine

And take a nap in the tub

12 AM, I hit the stage

The place is packed

And they’re on a rage

I finish up with a lovesong

Standing in the middle of a rain of thongs

Curtains closed and I hit backstage

I said «You better not be underaged!»

To the girl on my lap while

Everyone’s taking their tops off

Everyone’s taking their tops off

On the road

It gets so lonely

Far away from home

Every night I cry myself to sleep

I cry a river of tears

And I lie in this bed

And wish that you were here

Naked girls throw themself at you

And you do things you never thought you’d do

All the champagne that you can drink

Man, it stinks, I tell you, it sucks

Being on the road

4 AM, There’s a knock on the door

The afterparty is in the room next door

Willie tells me that

Hank drank all of the beer

But they’re bringing more

That’s about when I hear the scream

It’s the girls from the pagan bikini team

They’re undressed to kill

I hear they’re rabid fans

And they aim to please

Johnny says that the party’s wild

I say «I'll be there in a while

As soon as I finish writing

This stupid postcard

Writing some girl this postcard.»

On the road

It gets so lonely

Far away from home

Every night I cry myself to sleep

I cry a river of tears

And I lie — lie — lie — lie -lie —

Lie — lie — lie — lie — lie — lie

On the road