Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Wired - lyric

Wired is available separately
or on the album
Rock 'n' Roll Outsider
Words and music copyright 
Dave Peters on Everyday Records

I didn't call ya and it didn't feel good
I didn't see a single reason I should
I stand in line but  nothin's comin my way
I'm in a fix and I got no way to pay
Stood in the hall I was humbled and tired
I'd maybe come back - you'd know I'd be wired

I lit a fire in a house made of straw
Some body saw me a-breakin the law
Roarin' up a ruckas ridin' out on a storm
Not had a lucky break not since the day I was born
I got out quick, it can't be denied
I made an exit, before I got wired

(Chorus) Wired in the city, you know the way I feel
Wired in the jungle I got it and it's real
Wired in the primary, wired in the heat
The way that I'm a-feelin' I'm a dead on my feet

SOLO

I gotta find me a way out this hole
I gotta find me a woman with soul
Who's raised upon a ruckas ridden out on a storm
Who wears a voodoo charm and doesn't sleep until dawn
We'd quit that mess before we got fired
If they was lookin' they'd see we was wired

(Chorus) Wired in the city, you know the way I feel
Wired in the jungle I got it and it's real
Wired in the primary, wired on the beat
The way that I'm a feelin' I'm-a dead on my feet

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