Ballad (Of the M1)

Going away, just to be back soon
 Another 1000 miles means another written tune
 Take to another stage, to play another show
 Load in, load out. Is the only life we know
 But we have
 Strolled past red lights in Hamburg
 Piss drunk in the city of sin!
 Partied hard with punks in Blackpool
 And Skins on the streets of Berlin!
 We've seen giants in Il'son
 And the fog on the Tyne!
 Wasted days with some slackers
 Blew our tiny minds
 Going away, just to be back soon
 Another 1000 miles means another written tune
 Take to another stage, to play another show
 Load in, load out. Is the only life we know
 And it's from a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're stuck in a rut
 Coz the M1's fucked
 And it's from a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're shit out of luck
 Coz the M1's fucked
 Hung out with a Gang in old Cambridge town
 The last ones around!
 We found a Sanctuary in Norwich
 Where we could put our heads down!
 Made the ferry by the skin of our teeth
 10 minutes to the crossing!
 Half the band are still asleep
 The lucky bastards are napping
 At a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're stuck in a rut
 Coz the M1's fucked
 And it's from a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're shit out of luck
 Coz the M1's fucked
 Still away, but we'll be back soon
 Another broken string and a half written tune
 No room to breathe, no space to think
 But we're nearly at the venue
 Calm down boys, we can all have a drink
 Bleary eyes and dim street lights
 Thanks god for the coffee!
 Can't keep up with the white lines
 Coz the van's doing 90!
 I can feel this journey's at it's end
 And my bed is calling!
 48 hours and we'll do it all again
 Coz we're only just beginning
 At a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're stuck in a rut
 Coz the M1's fucked
 And it's from a service stop
 To another service stop
 We're shit out of luck
 Coz the M1's fucked