[00:00.30]Skipping from an always dusty hall[00:01.65]To another lonely highway[00:03.81]Not a line about you[00:04.74]Comes out on the local paper[00:07.59]And no willing groupies[00:08.46]Anxious to gently peel your oranges[00:11.01]Your ridiculous and broken down equipment[00:12.75]Drives you nicely out of tune.[00:14.76]Dragging on from one to another fatty guy[00:17.07]Who's trying to ignore you[00:18.03]Spy the top musicians sipping hard[00:19.62]From their half full cans[01:06.78]Try your steps![01:08.91]Get all your strings together and[01:11.01]Get out your feather and lead[01:17.10]Yes, you're out![01:19.32]Fuses for fire crackers your[01:21.27]Fingers will taste brand new frets[01:27.39]You're gonna be damned good and let it all out.[01:31.41]They gonna say « Oh Wow! »[01:32.94]And call out for more.[01:35.43]You'll wear the white suit of[01:36.36]The opening act[01:45.87]Watch your step![01:47.04]Roadies and mighty managers[01:50.22]Get you so dizzy and high[01:56.73]Set your gear[01:58.29]While the audience keeps on stamping floors[02:00.51]Your sweaty hands're gripping sore[02:06.57]Though trying to be damned good and let it all out people being to roar[02:11.64]Before you're plugged in[02:12.30]And tear the white suit of[02:15.87]The opening act[02:25.65]We're alone![02:26.34]Cheapest hotels and sandwiches[02:31.44]All sorts of bad words and chords[02:36.48]But tonight[02:36.87]Before the lights we click just right[03:18.84]And top stars thumbs all point up[03:25.80]Happy to be out and singing like hell[03:28.56]People begin to roar before we're plugged in[03:32.61]Shiny's the white rag of[03:33.54]the « Opening Act ».