作词 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
作曲 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
Hush, Little Lady, you've already got enough off your chest
I'm just a tall, dark stranger riding in with a tall tale to confess
Straight as a bullet cross the Jersey Line
I'll have one hand on the throttle and one hand on your thigh
Our only way of life is to die
On the Road of Trials.
I knew that when I started that it would be hard; it is a jungle out there.
You need nine heads, at least, to topple the beast and take the lion's share.
Life is tough for Average Joes like us
But you don't need street smarts to get it sussed
You just kick up your kickstand and kick up the dust
On the Road of Trials.
Give it to me, Baby, give it up
Cuz what I need is what you've got
On the Road of Trials
Clocking ninety on the dials
Outpaced the arrow
Ran the deer out of view
I mastered this hog
And I rode it to you
But the Road of Trials ain't through
I've been working for The Man on his twelve-step plan to break my soul
I've been cleaning his crap up, knocking his birds down, and hitting his goals.
With the same song on the radio again,
I hit the fast lane to break the chain
Cuz you can't ride to freedom on a subway train
Just the Road of Trials
Let me have it, Baby, give it to me
Cuz what you've got is what I need
On the Road of Trials
Scorching up the endless miles
Bull by the handles
Horses long gone;
Always just almost
Five miles from the dawn
And the Road of Trials goes on
Your friends don't think I'm worth it; don’t think I’ll treat you honourably
But the only honour I know is the judge, babe, and he's got it in for me
Just give me up your girdle; my hands are like me: they stray.
Tell me you'll love me forever, darling, and I'll be on my way
作词 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
作曲 : Martin White/Stephen O'Hagan
Hush, Little Lady, you've already got enough off your chest
I'm just a tall, dark stranger riding in with a tall tale to confess
Straight as a bullet cross the Jersey Line
I'll have one hand on the throttle and one hand on your thigh
Our only way of life is to die
On the Road of Trials.
I knew that when I started that it would be hard; it is a jungle out there.
You need nine heads, at least, to topple the beast and take the lion's share.
Life is tough for Average Joes like us
But you don't need street smarts to get it sussed
You just kick up your kickstand and kick up the dust
On the Road of Trials.
Give it to me, Baby, give it up
Cuz what I need is what you've got
On the Road of Trials
Clocking ninety on the dials
Outpaced the arrow
Ran the deer out of view
I mastered this hog
And I rode it to you
But the Road of Trials ain't through
I've been working for The Man on his twelve-step plan to break my soul
I've been cleaning his crap up, knocking his birds down, and hitting his goals.
With the same song on the radio again,
I hit the fast lane to break the chain
Cuz you can't ride to freedom on a subway train
Just the Road of Trials
Let me have it, Baby, give it to me
Cuz what you've got is what I need
On the Road of Trials
Scorching up the endless miles
Bull by the handles
Horses long gone;
Always just almost
Five miles from the dawn
And the Road of Trials goes on
Your friends don't think I'm worth it; don’t think I’ll treat you honourably
But the only honour I know is the judge, babe, and he's got it in for me
Just give me up your girdle; my hands are like me: they stray.
Tell me you'll love me forever, darling, and I'll be on my way