[Verse 1]
We need more money
We need more time so we can get by
We need a single
and god knows that I've really tried
'Cos London's calling
and can you see the fear in my eyes?
So scared of failure
and that's what keeps me up at night
[Pre-chorus]
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
[Chorus]
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
[Verse 2]
Ain't got no future
and we ain't got a cent to our name
We got a message
but really what's there left to gain?
We may not make it,
yet we can say we gave it a try
With nothing ventured who knows where we'd end up in time
[Pre-chorus]
Call it a blessing
Well I say a curse
So leave me out by the back of the hearse
[Chorus]
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus]
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood
[Chorus]
Raise your fist and look at the dying sun
Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone
Without you the show will not carry on
But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood