Travel On from Blackgrass by Rail Yard Ghosts

We've seen east, we've seen west
north to south we've been arrested
i detest this boring life that you expect of me
we will travel on, we will travel on
trying our damndest to be free
scratch my song on a concrete wall
with a broken bottle of alcohol
freedom scribed on bathroom stalls
but no one gives a shit
just piss away the boring day
dream away these walls of grey
and you wonder why the fuck it is were screaming?
maybe we'ed all be better off if we were asleep and dreaming.
happiness is a funny thing, comfortably complacent
im only happy when i spent my last dollar and fifty cents
on tall cans of social lubrication

fuck it all fuck this system, fuck the boring iron wall
fuck yer laws and institutions, these buildings are pollution
fuck you all, fuck your schisms, fuck this boring concrete wall
sittingonthiscot fuckthecops fuck it all let it all rot
let it rot
why not?

when all we have left is our stories
when all we have left is our songs
when all we have left is each other
We Will Travel On....

• Blackgrass
• Bluegrass
• Flailgrass
• Folk
• Hardcore