The Hard Road — текст песни (Smog)

Ill take the hard road

I believe Ill see you there

In a cyclone of stones

Wooden spikes in your hair

Or maybe youll resting

Leaning up against a busted fence

Pluck a bird from the coop

Then were back up on the hard road



We could sleep in a barn

Bathe in a lake

Steal the pipe

The hungry dictate

The steps that you take

Along the hard road



And when winter comes

Well bottle some

The nearest washing line

And when summer comes

Its almost impossible

Not to have a good time

Out on the hard road