| Song | The Hard Way |
| Artist | The Wildhearts |
| Album | The Wildhearts |
| New motel and dirty beds and freezing showers | |
| Overheads are through the roof | |
| The crew is moaning | |
| Boiling strings and Milton Keynes too | |
| Waiting 'round for soundcheck at five | |
| Doors are nine | |
| And we ain't playing 'til eleven | |
| And there's something about a curfew at two | |
| Gonna be someone, I'm a smoking gun, I'm the lightning striking | |
| All fucked up and ready to roll | |
| All fucked up and ready to roll | |
| I don't need a reason | |
| I'm sick and I'm bleeding, got a thorn in my side | |
| I’m cut into pieces | |
| I'm closer to Jesus, even though Hell is open wide | |
| 'Cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid | |
| And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| 'Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride | |
| 'Cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid | |
| And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| 'Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride | |
| 'Cos I'm out on the road and there's me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I'm here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain't getting fed, and I ain't getting paid | |
| And I ain't seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| 'Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride |
| New motel and dirty beds and freezing showers | |
| Overheads are through the roof | |
| The crew is moaning | |
| Boiling strings and Milton Keynes too | |
| Waiting ' round for soundcheck at five | |
| Doors are nine | |
| And we ain' t playing ' til eleven | |
| And there' s something about a curfew at two | |
| Gonna be someone, I' m a smoking gun, I' m the lightning striking | |
| All fucked up and ready to roll | |
| All fucked up and ready to roll | |
| I don' t need a reason | |
| I' m sick and I' m bleeding, got a thorn in my side | |
| I' m cut into pieces | |
| I' m closer to Jesus, even though Hell is open wide | |
| ' Cos I' m out on the road and there' s me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I' m here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain' t getting fed, and I ain' t getting paid | |
| And I ain' t seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| ' Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride | |
| ' Cos I' m out on the road and there' s me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I' m here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain' t getting fed, and I ain' t getting paid | |
| And I ain' t seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| ' Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride | |
| ' Cos I' m out on the road and there' s me and the band | |
| And my hearts in the song and my heads in the sand | |
| And the drivers asleep and I' m here on the passenger side | |
| And I ain' t getting fed, and I ain' t getting paid | |
| And I ain' t seen a bed in a couple of days | |
| ' Cos me and the boys are staying on this ride |