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Why do you have to speak? Why can't you just sleep?

Don't even try to think, sit there and have a drink

Don't over work your brain, you know it's too much pain

Got into town early afternoon

We soon found the place, parked in our own space

We sat in the bar, ordered pizza and beers

And while we were waiting, things got complicated

Talking over a beer, we heard from someone

That tonight's show, wasn't going to be a good one

Your vivid imagination, has done nothing but...

Causing aggravation

You might think your right, in writing what you like

A couple of things happening, right here in down town

Would keep people away, so nobody would see us play

Put that one together, with a non existing P.A.

And when at one in the morning, it's far too lat to play

There are only a few people, too pissed anyway

So dear Jonny boy, go to hell and die.