Song Description
Though some people would like to believe that there are no absolutes, there are certain truths, certain rules to be followed to avoid self-destruction. You can be that barefoot, rules-breaking gambler who just lost his shirt in an all-night poker game .
| Song Length |
2:59 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Distressed, Stressed |
Subject |
Infinity, Meat |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Petty, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE BLUES
There?s nowhere to turn,
No place left to hide.
It?s burn, baby, burn
?Cross the countryside.
Too much way too fast
To think it could last.
Too little, too late
To escape your fate.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Try to swim on by,
But you know you?re hooked.
Can?t take to the sky;
All the flights are booked.
Too much way too fast
To think it could last.
Too little, too late
To escape your fate.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Can?t go underground
To a living grave.
Can?t just stroll around,
Waiting to be saved.
Too much way too fast
To think it could last.
Too little, too late
To escape your fate.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Seems like you caught the ?,
Sounds like you got the
No shirt, no shoes,
No service blues.
Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta