78 by Jonny Goode

On my laden back,
Walking faster, getting nowhere.
Casting stones to broken bones,
Of the lions share.

Shake me a little but more,
And I'll be your goldfish stuck in a bowl,
Dream of 78,
Caught like ice in the sun.

I gotta relax,
Take it easy, but I can't stop.
They're holding the brakes, to greater stakes,
And call the shots..

Shake me a little but more,
And I'll be your goldfish stuck in a bowl,
Dream of 78,
Caught like ice in the sun.

I can't pretend,
I don't want you when you're not around.
You push me away, makes it hard to stay,
On steady ground.

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• United Kingdom