Hard On Lyrics - Good News - Withered Hand

A beard, a beard, a beard, a beard 

A beard don't make you a man 

No it takes something else 

Something I'll never have 

And a beer, a beer, a beer, a beer 

A beer makes you feel good 

Like if you wanted you could 

Kick anybody's ass 

A knife, a knife, a knife, a knife 

A knife makes you feel strong 

With a gun you're never wrong 

Everybody try to stay calm 

I think the safety's on 

A car, a car, a car, a car 

A car means you can go 

Whenever you want to go 

With an FM radio 

Guitars, guitars, guitars, guitars 

Guitars, Thin Lizzy rocks 

So dust off your old stompbox 

and we'll run it through your Vox 

Amplifier 

Cos you're tired, you're tired, you're tired, you're tired 

You're tired of feeling sad 

Your disappointed, hurt and mad 

And all the poetry you've written is bad 

Because a pen, a pen, a pen, a pen 

A pen don't mean you can write 

You're no fucking John Updike 

Even if you spell it right 

Just like a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon, a hardon 

A hardon don't mean you're in love 

Cos when the pushing comes to shove 

Do you really want to be here?