War On The Weekends lyricsOn The Lost Album (late 1980s - unreleased)
War On The Weekends (Hugh McDonald) Its war on the weekends Up on the bay Boys are out for blood You'd better stay away Got smashed in the bar Knocked back twice Where the music's too loud And the girls are like ice And now it's closing time at the hotel up on the bay You take a lot of hard knocks Take them till you crack You get so frustrated Then you've gotta hit back A skinful of beer at the end of the night You never back down when you're picked for a fight You've got the scars to prove you're a man up on the bay There's another world out there away from the small-town violence If we could just get away from war on the weekends Down at the disco the girls hang around in pairs All white goods and cheap perfume and putting on airs She's looking for someone to talk to, someone to hold She's only 16 but she's already old Maybe got a baby back home with her mum and dad There's another world out there away from the small-town violence There's another world out there If we could just get away from war on the weekends Down to the back beach when the party dies Lie on your back watch the stars by the driftwood fire You haven't got a woman, you haven't got a hope You've got two dozen cans and a headful of smoke You can lie around and watch the drags on the lighthouse road Engines are screaming Flat to the boards Its the heavies in the holdens against the fools in the fords Hit the lighthouse road at 200k The battle that didn't get out of the way And when the dust cleared there was one wheel spinning A pile of twisted steel the smell of burning rubber The sound of the ambulance mixed with the crashing of the waves There's another world out there away from the small-town violence There's another world out there If we could just get away from war on the weekends |
1988 Live at Expo 88 (intro only)
1988 Live on the Don Lane Show
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