Who - Guitar & Pen Lyrics
Youre alone above the street somewhereYoure alone above the street somewhereWondering how youll ever count out thereWondering how youll ever count out thereYou can walk, you can talk, you can fightYou can walk, you can talk, you can fightBut inside youve got something to writeBut inside youve got something to writeIn your hand you hold your only friendIn your hand you hold your only friendNever spend your guitar or your penNever spend your guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penWhen you take up a pencil and sharpen it upWhen you take up a pencil and sharpen it upWhen youre kicking the fence and still nothing will budgeWhen youre kicking the fence and still nothing will budgeWhen the words are immobile until you sit downWhen the words are immobile until you sit downNever feel theyre worth keeping, theyre not easily foundNever feel theyre worth keeping, theyre not easily foundThen you know in some strange, unexplainable wayThen you know in some strange, unexplainable wayYou must really have somethingYou must really have somethingJumping, thumping, fighting, hiding awayJumping, thumping, fighting, hiding awayImportant to sayImportant to sayWhen you sing through the verse and you end in a screamWhen you sing through the verse and you end in a screamAnd you swear and you curse cause the rhyming aint cleanAnd you swear and you curse cause the rhyming aint cleanBut it suddenly comes after years of delayBut it suddenly comes after years of delayYou pick up your guitar, you can suddenly playYou pick up your guitar, you can suddenly playWhen your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are whiteWhen your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are whiteThen you can be sure, you can open the doorThen you can be sure, you can open the doorGet off of the floor tonightGet off of the floor tonightYou have something to writeYou have something to writeWhen you want to complain, theres no one can stop youWhen you want to complain, theres no one can stop youBut when your music proclaims, theres no one can top youBut when your music proclaims, theres no one can top youYou are wearing you heart on your jumping feetYou are wearing you heart on your jumping feetYouve got a head start away from the streetYouve got a head start away from the streetBut is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?Could be theres just one thing left in the endCould be theres just one thing left in the endYour guitar and your penYour guitar and your penWhen you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croonWhen you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croonAnd she says that shed like it with more of a tuneAnd she says that shed like it with more of a tuneAnd you smash your guitar at the end of the bedAnd you smash your guitar at the end of the bedThen you stick it together and start writing againThen you stick it together and start writing againAnd you know that it wont be too long til your backAnd you know that it wont be too long til your backTo bring her some money, shes calling you honeyTo bring her some money, shes calling you honeyStashed in a bloody great sackStashed in a bloody great sackIn your cadillacIn your cadillacYoure aloneYoure aloneYoure aloneYoure aloneYoure alone above the street somewhereYoure alone above the street somewhereWondering how youll ever count out thereWondering how youll ever count out thereYou can walk, you can talk, you can fightYou can walk, you can talk, you can fightBut inside youve got something to writeBut inside youve got something to writeIn your hand you hold your only friendIn your hand you hold your only friendNever spend your guitar or your penNever spend your guitar or your penYour guitar or your pen x8Your guitar or your penYour guitar or your penNever spend your guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penYour guitar or your penNever spend your guitar or your pen
