Lyrics:

Well its headlights, and white lights, and Black Tar Rivers Theyre dragging me around this country as it withers The billboards, signposts, standing in the way Tell of the state of the nations, that we find today And we play and we play and we play To every day, every day To every day And in the front rooms of old towns far from the city With beaten up guitars and hearts full of pity The people gather round singing songs from everywhere Theyre torn from the nation, left without a care CHORUS And we'll rid the bloody world for a moment in a word And we'll rid the bloody world cos The words that you heard when you were young will always stay The one's that always stay make the world go away Warm night, clear sky, European town Outside the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice The exiled buskers are happy with their choice CHORUS