On The Road - Deadline

Back on the road again

No money no food and dirty clothes

Don’t know which way to go

Or if we’ll even make the show?

Crashed into a petrol pump there goes my insurance lump

I just want out of here

Someone gives me a fucking beer

TONIGHT, TONIGHT… IT'LL BE ALRIGHT

TONIGHT, TONIGHT… I'M GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT

SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE

Next day we’re up again

Slept rough yet again

Heading into no man’s land

With a tongue that feels like desert sand

6 stitches from a bicycle ride

It’s a shame I cannot hide

3 pasta meals per day

And a pittance for our fucking pay but…

Now we’re on our way back home

Still no signal on the phone

Just wanna eat some grub

And have a night out down the pub

Here I stare at the van again

Everyone is sleeping on everything

They all gonna feel the same

Homeward bound from where we came cos…