| 歌曲 | Opening Act |
| 歌手 | Acqua Fragile |
| 专辑 | Mass-Media Stars |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Skipping from an always dusty hall | |
| To another lonely highway | |
| Not a line about you | |
| Comes out on the local paper | |
| And no willing groupies | |
| Anxious to gently peel your oranges | |
| Your ridiculous and broken down equipment | |
| Drives you nicely out of tune. | |
| Dragging on from one to another fatty guy | |
| Who's trying to ignore you | |
| Spy the top musicians sipping hard | |
| From their half full cans | |
| Try your steps! | |
| Get all your strings together and | |
| Get out your feather and lead | |
| Yes, you're out! | |
| Fuses for fire crackers your | |
| Fingers will taste brand new frets | |
| You're gonna be damned good and let it all out. | |
| They gonna say « Oh Wow! » | |
| And call out for more. | |
| You'll wear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| Watch your step! | |
| Roadies and mighty managers | |
| Get you so dizzy and high | |
| Set your gear | |
| While the audience keeps on stamping floors | |
| Your sweaty hands're gripping sore | |
| Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar | |
| Before you're plugged in | |
| And tear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| We're alone! | |
| Cheapest hotels and sandwiches | |
| All sorts of bad words and chords | |
| But tonight | |
| Before the lights we click just right | |
| And top stars thumbs all point up | |
| Happy to be out and singing like hell | |
| People begin to roar before we're plugged in | |
| Shiny's the white rag of | |
| the « Opening Act ». |
| Skipping from an always dusty hall | |
| To another lonely highway | |
| Not a line about you | |
| Comes out on the local paper | |
| And no willing groupies | |
| Anxious to gently peel your oranges | |
| Your ridiculous and broken down equipment | |
| Drives you nicely out of tune. | |
| Dragging on from one to another fatty guy | |
| Who' s trying to ignore you | |
| Spy the top musicians sipping hard | |
| From their half full cans | |
| Try your steps! | |
| Get all your strings together and | |
| Get out your feather and lead | |
| Yes, you' re out! | |
| Fuses for fire crackers your | |
| Fingers will taste brand new frets | |
| You' re gonna be damned good and let it all out. | |
| They gonna say nbsp Oh Wow! nbsp | |
| And call out for more. | |
| You' ll wear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| Watch your step! | |
| Roadies and mighty managers | |
| Get you so dizzy and high | |
| Set your gear | |
| While the audience keeps on stamping floors | |
| Your sweaty hands' re gripping sore | |
| Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar | |
| Before you' re plugged in | |
| And tear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| We' re alone! | |
| Cheapest hotels and sandwiches | |
| All sorts of bad words and chords | |
| But tonight | |
| Before the lights we click just right | |
| And top stars thumbs all point up | |
| Happy to be out and singing like hell | |
| People begin to roar before we' re plugged in | |
| Shiny' s the white rag of | |
| the nbsp Opening Act nbsp. |
| Skipping from an always dusty hall | |
| To another lonely highway | |
| Not a line about you | |
| Comes out on the local paper | |
| And no willing groupies | |
| Anxious to gently peel your oranges | |
| Your ridiculous and broken down equipment | |
| Drives you nicely out of tune. | |
| Dragging on from one to another fatty guy | |
| Who' s trying to ignore you | |
| Spy the top musicians sipping hard | |
| From their half full cans | |
| Try your steps! | |
| Get all your strings together and | |
| Get out your feather and lead | |
| Yes, you' re out! | |
| Fuses for fire crackers your | |
| Fingers will taste brand new frets | |
| You' re gonna be damned good and let it all out. | |
| They gonna say nbsp Oh Wow! nbsp | |
| And call out for more. | |
| You' ll wear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| Watch your step! | |
| Roadies and mighty managers | |
| Get you so dizzy and high | |
| Set your gear | |
| While the audience keeps on stamping floors | |
| Your sweaty hands' re gripping sore | |
| Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar | |
| Before you' re plugged in | |
| And tear the white suit of | |
| The opening act | |
| We' re alone! | |
| Cheapest hotels and sandwiches | |
| All sorts of bad words and chords | |
| But tonight | |
| Before the lights we click just right | |
| And top stars thumbs all point up | |
| Happy to be out and singing like hell | |
| People begin to roar before we' re plugged in | |
| Shiny' s the white rag of | |
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