Nothing on My Mind

Racki 'em up Jim, it's your break
Set 'em up Max, it's my shout
You know I really could go a round or three
You wouldn't believe the crap I've had to deal with this week
And I'm shovelling most of it for free
"Grace under pressure" - that's what the old man said
Yeah the old man said a lo of things in his time
Well, fighting a bull's one thing but fighting bullshit's another
And around here you know the bullshit just never seems to die

I just want nothing on my mind

Christ hell! It's warming up in here, listen to that guitar player will ya
Do you think anyone could tell him to turn down?
Where'd Jim go, sorry I didn't catch your name
It's impossible to hear a word above that sound
I'm a little thristy, I'm running our of money, hey I'm a legend not a star
And I'll talk to anyone yes I will
Just as long as I can keep ripping the scab off those cold little vicious ones as they keep coming right across the bar

I just want nothing on my mind

There was a man on the radio today talking about the young people
Said we should listen to the young people, said they're a victim of conspiracy
The young people, Jesus! What's that supposed to mean?
I never did one damn good thing 'til I was over thirty
I'm gonna get up in the morning, chug-a-lug a coffee
Get on my bike and ride away
Find me a beach with a nice little break and I'm gonna catch wave after wave after wave

Until there's nothing on my mind

(whoever brought me here will have to take me home)