| About (maybe) being Jesus in a modern day police state
- about internal disappointment against a backdrop of external
anguish - about wartime - about being in a traffic jam or
up on a cross - about celebrity - about your last day on Earth
- about being in a strange place with strange people - about
resenting someone for leaving - about participating in an
event bigger than yourself - about expectations not met -
all of this in no particular order…
Mark Gane
Stuck On The Grid
I bought the best shoes that money can buy
To go walking on the water
But I sank 'til I passed right out of this world
And that's what you get
That's what you get
I'm stuck - stuck on the grid X 2
Isn't it marvellous?
The sun is out I feel no pain
Frightened soldiers rushing in to work
Up against the bottom line
The bottom line
I'm up - up on the grid X 2
Take my picture and my fingerprints
Say a prayer before you sleep
Run away run away to a foreign land
The happy-go-luckies are happy to shake your hand
Stuck on the grid
I'm stuck - stuck on the grid
I never eat like I should
If I were hungry then maybe I would
Stuck on the grid
Spoke the language like a native son
Made a promise that I could not keep X 2
I'm stuck - stuck on the grid X 8
Light a candle for the one you love
Nights of passion with someone strange
Run away run away to a safer place
You promised to return then you
Disappeared without a trace
Written by Mark Gane/Martha Johnson
Published by Mystery Song (SOCAN)
All rights reserved.
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