No More Gigs
Album: The Day the Country Died l.p.
Release Date: 1983
In a smoke filled room
'How's it going then?'
'It's not going at all
We got no more gigs'
You always knew it could be better
But you neverought it would end
It only happens cos of other people
All the money that they spend on David Bowie LPs
When I told her we were finished
She smoked a cigarette and sighed
'One last fag before we go home'
She said she loved me then she died
It doesn't happen like this
So you always get what you pay for
But the end result is all the same
You lose everything you always wanted
Because you couldn't afford to pay
All the smoke-filled room contains
Is dejected people with no aims
A bottle of gin a packet of cigs
Sing, brother, sing, we get no more gigs