Versions

Version	Length	Source	Availability
Live	3:44	15 January 1985 (best estimate), Live Two Tracks Cassette	The Vault digital download at True Believers for 10 September 2012.

Recommended Version.

Commentary

An unreleased ‘Jaws’ era early Hunters and Collectors song.

Lyrics

Yeh well this morning I woke up
In some dark beer bar deep in the metropolis
I had no money, no ticket home
My breath was foul and gruesome
And my face was in a shocking state
Though I did not despair, no I did not care
I put my faith in my feet and I got the hell out of there

And that dark and lonely place where once some ancient civilisation
Declared their faith in some forgotten song
I cried lament no more
Lament no more
And I pounded my face all flat into the beer sullen floor

Maybe or maybe you can go outside and tell everybody all about it
Maybe or maybe you can run it into the ground
Maybe or maybe you can go out there and tell everybody all about it
Maybe or maybe you can leave it buried in the ground

Where you gonna stay? How you gonna play?
When you can’t get out of your middle of the road world?
In a house in a suburb all your birthdays are waiting
To bring down their hand upon your first class scheme
Run it down, run it down
Get up on your shoulder and into the ground

Into the ground, into the ground
Get up on your shoulder
Run it down, run it down
Get up on your shoulder