| B&Massa | |
| "The Gig" | |
| The Gig By B&Massa Ooh-oh ooh-oh Ooh-oh ooh-oh A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) You play your fingers to the bone (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) for next to nothing pay (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) The fans all know the songs They try to sing along They dance to the once they know Even when it's three below And my fingers are bleeding And my fingers are bleeding A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) You play your fingers to the bone (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) for next to nothing pay (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) They drink their beer they drink their wine They're here for good time not a long time If you fuck up they'll walk out They're headed for the door And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) You play your fingers to the bone (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) for next to nothing pay (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) That girl's got pretty eyes But boy don't you realise She's not gonna sleep with you She's goin' home with one of the crew And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding Solo And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) A pint of blood a day (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) You play your fingers to the bone (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) for next to nothing pay (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) The fans all know the songs They try to sing along They dance to the once they know Even when it's three below And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding (Ooh-oh ooh-oh) And my fingers are bleeding Ad lib and fade out |
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