The Promised Land

Lyrics

We cut our teeth on Billy's night We threw petrol on the fire The crowd were fish heads packed in tight Adversity fuelled desire Psychopathic personality girls An installation in each hotel Every play a lover's leap Bones thrown to the hounds of Hell We were slow to show our heels We had faith in that expensive purr Crammed into a Ford Cortina So damp it was growing fur We lived in Clubland In cupboards we were big Social insecurity The fan club at every gig Three chords, a passport to the promised land Where everything's recouped and there's no such thing as cash in hand The dressing room is a matchbox Is this any way to earn a crust? The stage is a seducer, a doctor, A card you can not trust Another boring interview Pet theories in the critical zoo Put those parasites in our shoes And I bet they wouldn't have a clue Three chords, a passport to the promised land Where everything's recouped and there's no such thing as cash in hand The promised land The promised land The promised land The promised land Promsies, promises