Grasshopper

Grasshopper

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Long Way Home

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

Sold your soul down in Mexico.
Run back to daddy and don't you be slow.
Don't need money, silver or gold.
Won't need money where you'll be going.

Well, I know, yes I know
It's a long way home.

Drink from the fountain, it's deep and it's cold.
Fill your bottle for that dusty road.
Heart of the mountain and your head is light.
Lie, log cabin, lie awake at night.

You can't see forwards and you daren't look back.
Keep your eyes upon the mountain track.
Drink your whisky just to keep you warm
And pray that Jesus keeps you safe from harm.

Suburbia

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

. Suburbia:

Got a sore head on a Sunday
smelling the fresh pride of lawn
and a man on the corner, been washing his car since dawn

what you get is what you see
but I see now I need more
well it’s easy on the head
but you can leave your heart at the door

It’s a hundred miles to the city
fifty - five more to the sea
but you save a lot of money, cause the car parks here are free

what you get is what you see
but I see now I need more
well it’s easy on the head
but you can leave your heart at the door

Suburbia
you got me on a leash
I'm making big leaps but are they big enough
suburbia
the hills are looking steep
I'm living on my feet but are they strong enough
oh oh suburbia
just a memory or the puzzles golden piece
oh oh suburbia
in every part of my day
part of me in every way

there’s toys left in the driveway
everybody’s got a second car
and a castle on a hill but really just a shooting star

what you get is what you see
but I see now I need more
well it’s easy on the head
but you can leave your heart at the door

Suburbia
you got me on a leash
I'm making big leaps but are they big enough
suburbia
the hills are looking steep
I'm living on my feet but are they strong enough
oh oh suburbia
just a memory or the puzzles golden piece
oh oh suburbia
in every part of my day
part of me in every way

Working for the Man

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

I was only looking for a way to earn a wage
they sent me here to see the man.
I saved all my money for a year to ride the train
into the city now I'm working for the man.

No-one ever taught me how to read or how to write
all I know is how to work the land.
So when I signed a contract I couldn't read a line
they said 'That's OK just leave it to the man'.

I can't afford to leave this place I can't afford to stay
and the man is going to work me to the ground.
The factory is hell and if I could I'd leave today
just like every other mother in this town.

Hymn

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

Hymn

Sun is shining, hello the dawn
Mote is flying, into the morn
And I know I can never be reborn.

Empty spaces, fill them up
Take your pick, choose your cup
But I can’t drink there’s no one filling from above

And I don’t mean to cause distress
But can’t you try to believe a little less
And I don’t mean to push or preach
But peace through God is always out of reach
Always out of reach

God, Allah, Shiva, Buddha
Each of them a superstar
But lives are lost when their love goes too far

And I don’t mean to cause distress
But can’t you try to believe a little less
And I don’t mean to push or preach
But peace through God is always out of reach
Always out of reach

Lifeline

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

Lifeline, throw me a lifeline
Lifeline, throw me a lifeline

And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.
And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.

A candle in the dark or a shelter in the rain,
mayday on the sea parachute up in a plane,
try to make a chain through time
cause you might find you need a ...

Lifeline, throw me a lifeline
Lifeline, throw me a lifeline
And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.
And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.

Spare in the trunk if your tyre goes down,
friend by your side when there's trouble all around,
try to make a change in time
cause you might find you need a – lifeline

And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.
And you might be out on the street
and you might meet somebody needs a lifeline,
throw them a lifeline.

Star in the sky going to show you the way,
bed for the night when there's no where to stay,
try to make a change in time
cause you might find ...

Lifeline, throw me a lifeline
Lifeline, throw me a lifeline...

Alright

Written By: Troy McCoy and Robert Roberts

Dressing up fancy on a Saturday night
Looking for love you know it had to be right
Backbeat was moving me out on the floor
Looked up and saw you as you walked through the door

And you were alright
Everything I thought you would be
Alright
I felt a little weak at the knees

People around me they got on they got down
Moving so freely to that funky old sound
You came up closer and the spell had been cast
My lonely nights now just a thing of the past

And you were alright
Everything I thought you would be
Alright
So lucky that this happened to me

Keep gettin', keep getting', keep gettin' down
Keep gettin', keep getting', keep gettin' down

Heading down town on a Saturday night
Everything super everything is alright
Meeting my lover just inside the club door
Magic begins when we hit the dancefloor

And you were alright
Everything I thought you would be
Alright
So lucky that this happened to me