ONE THOUSAND LEGS
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The day has taken its toll
(As) the eyes begin to roll
Low hang the heads
And thoughts are of bed

But the band play on
Just another few songs
1000 legs move in time
Not understanding the foreign rhyme

Another day of music ahead
After a sojourn to a bed
In a field with beer
And sleeping bags out its ear

Guitars play late into the night
A dank stench greets daylight
As a thousand bodies ache and moan
And face another day alone

	Lyrics/Music Kevin Brett
		6-Aug-2000 (night of 5th)