If you see something that looks like a star And it's shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can't escape
she wanted to remain inside the family home She'd have to tow the line, she'd have to give it a go It didn't suit Sukie, she took her things and left
good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar
, Blacks and whites all turn to grey. Justice waits up the Dublin road Between the alley and the old-folks home In innocence personified The guilty all wear suits
waiting list But I'm gonna give it everything I've got to give Oh daddy, when you gonna be a big star? I got the suit and a pink guitar Oh daddy, when
what I almost was Yeah, I moved on back home and came awful close To being some son-in-law to some CEO Coulda been a corner office, country club, suit
s staying out till late But when he comes home rolling drunk Don't get the 'ump, just remember Even tough guys need someone some times [4x] He don't where armani suits
blues And who got who by the short hairs Standing there in their high dollar suits Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots And this weathered guitar
ring in my ear But I don't even care, no no I just live through the week And when I see them boys You know their two tone suits They're all unimports
that says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, on purpose, wants everybody to fit into the same suit
meek shall inherit the earth Better check yourself and watch your step cause He's the comeback kid...he's coming back Now Freddy is a young shorthaired suit
it all since we broke apart Got acquinted with new faces started going to new places But I got that same old hurt in my heart Got a new suit for next
on me 'Cause the country club where I belong Is a Honky Tonk till three in the mornin' Don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits You
Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause they've been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just need
, hit me (Hold onto your wits) (Hold onto your wits) Pop guns and [unverified] brother please We're too wise for now Since the other nineties was better suited
no choice, all the girls and boys Makin' all that noise, cause they found new toys Oh we can't salute ya, can't find a flag If that don't suit ya, that
low on you. You better believe me. I wouldn't lie. We better quit before you're through! Oh! Clement Burke on drums. Nigel Harrison, bass guitar. Jimmy Destri keyboard. Frank Infante, guitar. Chris Stein, guitar
we forgot the eighties too quickly Like when the aesthetic mattered More than the content and the streaks in your hair Were louder than your guitars