Undergrond Rock Band Blues

Hung down, flung down, on the ground, can’t be found

brung down, dog pound, underground, what’s that sound?

Turn off that music, it’s driving me crazy

My mind is melting, reduced to gravy

Rock band, big plan, day job, working slob

Suffering for your art, everybody plays that part

Unsigned, what a grind, same time you loose your mind

At least you’ve got your band, you can hold each other’s hands

Turn off that music, it’s driving me crazy

My mind is melting, reduced to gravy

Underground, hanging ‘round, rock star, local bar

Big dream, fans scream, they don’t flock, you still rock

Stacks of wax, jills and jacks. record racks, green backs

Dee jay no play, no pay, go away

Turn turn up that music, we’ll drive you crazy

Your mind will meltdown, reduced to gravy, yeah

Words & Music Bryn Carlson