Hard On (Charles Latham cover) - Withered Hand
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Hard On (Charles Latham cover) Lyrics
A beard, a beard, a beard, a beard
A beard don't make you a man
No it takes something else
Something I'll never haveAnd a beer, a beer, a beer, a beer
A beer makes you feel good
Like if you wanted you could
Kick anybody's assA knife, a knife, a knife, a knife
A knife makes you feel strong
With a gun you're never wrong
Everybody try to stay calm
I think the safety's onA car, a car, a car, a car
A car means you can go
Whenever you want to go
With an FM radioGuitars, guitars, guitars, guitars
Guitars, Thin Lizzy rocks
So dust off your old stompbox
and we'll run it through your Vox
AmplifierCos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired
You're tired of feeling sad
Your disappointed, hurt and mad
And all the poetry you've written is badBecause a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen
A pen don't mean you can write
You're no fucking John Updike
Even if you spell it rightJust like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon
A hardon don't mean you're in love
Cos when the pushing comes to shove
Do you really want to be here?
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