Racki 'em up Jim, it's your breakSet 'em up Max, it's my shoutYou know I really could go a round or threeYou wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this weekAnd I'm shovelling most of it for free"Grace under pressure" - that's what the old man saidYeah the old man said a lo of things in his timeWell, fighting a bull's one thing but fighting bullshit's anotherAnd around here you know the bullshit just never seems to dieI just want nothing on my mindChrist hell! It's warming up in here, listen to that guitar player will yaDo you think anyone could tell him to turn down?Where'd Jim go, sorry I didn't catch your nameIt's impossible to hear a word above that soundI'm a little thristy, I'm running our of money, hey I'm a legend not a starAnd I'll talk to anyone yes I willJust as long as I can keep ripping the scab off those cold little vicious ones as they keep coming right across the barI just want nothing on my mindThere was a man on the radio today talking about the young peopleSaid we should listen to the young people, said they're a victim of conspiracyThe young people, Jesus! What's that supposed to mean?I never did one damn good thing 'til I was over thirtyI'm gonna get up in the morning, chug-a-lug a coffeeGet on my bike and ride awayFind me a beach with a nice little break and I'm gonna catch wave after wave after waveUntil there's nothing on my mind(whoever brought me here will have to take me home)
