Lyrics

Me mother always said to me There's no rest for the wicked You're on a handcart bound for hell And on a one-way ticket But when the road calls out to you And you have the urge for roving It's too late then to change your mind About the life you've chosen There is no end in sight The fire is brightly burning We curse and swear without a care As the hands of time keep turning There is no end in sight But we're not speculating We'll sing and play and tear away And keep the devil waiting There is no end in sight The fire is brightly burning We curse and swear without a care As the hands of time keep turning There is no end in sight But we're not speculating We'll sing and play and tear away And keep the devil waiting After fifty years or more We thought we might retire But sitting on me arse all day Is not what I desire There must be something more in life Than going out to pasture And I'll be damned if I give in And age becomes my master There is no end in sight The fire is brightly burning We curse and swear without a care As the hands of time keep turning There is no end in sight But we're not speculating We'll sing and play and tear away And keep the devil waiting As you'd expect there's some regrets But time has ways of healing Slights will ease and fade away And peace of mind comes stealing Life's too short to fuss and fight Or dwell on loss and sorrow We'll ramble on and let the others Worry 'bout tomorrow There is no end in sight The fire is brightly burning We curse and swear without a care As the hands of time keep turning There is no end in sight But we're not speculating We'll sing and play and tear away And keep the devil waiting Music soothes the savage breast And keeps the soul from dying It stirs the blood and charms the heart Of that there's no denying Long may this ancient art prevail And may it's notes keep ringing May bards and poets lead the way And keep the whole world singing There is no end in sight The fire is brightly burning We curse and swear without a care As the hands of time keep turning There is no end in sight But we're not speculating We'll sing and play and tear away And keep the devil waiting
Writer(s): George Millar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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