Underdog - Underground Rock Band Blues

Hung down, flung down, on the ground, can’t be found
Brung down, dog pound, underground, what’s that sound?
Turn off that music, it’s driving me crazy
My mind is melting, reduced to gravy
Rock band, big plan, day job, working slob
Suffering for your art, everybody plays that part
Unsigned, what a grind, same time you loose your mind
At least you’ve got your band, you can hold each other’s hands
Turn off that music, it’s driving me crazy
My mind is melting, reduced to gravy
Underground, hanging ‘round, rock star, local bar
Big dream, fans scream, they don’t flock, you still rock
Stacks of wax, jills and jacks. record racks, green backs
Dee jay no play, no pay, go away
Turn turn up that music, we’ll drive you crazy
Your mind will meltdown, reduced to gravy, yeah

Written by:
Bryn Carlson

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