(Motor) Way Of Life - Lower Than Atlantis

Tank full, open road

Sat nav programmed, let’s go

Speakers scream, siamese dream

The conversation flows

And we are miles away

From the place where we’re playing

We won’t abide by the law

We are lads on tour

Poor diet, no sleep

Queue at the merch, ten deep

Really tired, grubby guys

Making memories to keep

And we are miles away

From the place where we’re playing

We won’t abide by the law

We are lads on tour

And we’re going to play the roof off the venue

And I’m going to sing until my lungs collapse

There’s nothing more that I want in this moment

This is my calling, so I’ll answer it

And we are miles away

From the place where we’re playing

We won’t abide by the law

We are lads on tour