Garageland - The Oppressed

Back in the garage with my bullshit detector

Carbon monoxide making sure it’s effective

People ringing up making offers for my life

But I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We’re a garage band

We come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright

Contracts in the offices, groups in the night

My bummin’slummin’friends have all got new boots

An’someone just asked me if the group would wear suits

I don’t wanna hear about what the rich are doing

I don’t wanna go to where the rich are going

They think they’re so clever, they think they’re so right

But the truth is only know by guttersnipes

There’s twenty-two singers!

But one microphone

Back in the garage

There’s five guitar players!

But one guitar

Back in the garage

Complaints!

Complaints!

Wot an old bag

Back in the garage

All night