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I don't see the future, I feel it day to dayDirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to payTrucking down to London, gigs that never endFoggy days and motorwaysWill drive me round the bendAn' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again Went to see my agent, natty looking gentDirty dates and dirty plays,We must be trucking bentOnly real solution, help me on my wayClose my eyes and visualizeSome peace to help me playWhen time is tight your look ain't rightAnd keeping time is an upward climbP's and q's just follow youAnd all the time you feel the grime like hellSongtexteCreeping down the highway, feel like one per centMay god make the papers sayWe're going where we'll winWe don't mind a work downWhen the night is throughKids give us the feeling that we only give to you Aus Songtexte Mania