Trust - Your Final Gig lyrics

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Trust - Your Final Gig lyrics

They pay cash at the counter in the kingdom of stars Listen to this story Started out from nothing you were almost at the top Hard work and sacrifice and many days unsure A son would have been proud to know that he was yours Five or six gigs a night meant you really cared Too often your fee was paid under the table Glory's ransom paid sitting at a bar The man was just, good and wise way beyond his years With a nonchalant gait and a solitary air That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act In his voice a certain sadness, a veil that slurred his words Everything was right for him ambition of heroes And we spoke together often and I drank his every words Never really alone, the blues right under his skin The antihero star set fair both morning and night The walls of the city resounding AC/DC The thrill of many stadiums all voices roared as one But that grey London morning I fail to understand That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act Everything had gone great, we'd laughed the night before Rain falling on the pavement that day when I awoke Collar turned against the wind that blew the booze away Your melodies were strange no covered up with grey Your eyes misty with sadness, so suddenly you were gone Doctor Whiskey and his double help you drown When I'm drinking late at night coming home, broken down I can't stop myself from thinking and the anger comes around That was your final gig, that was your final act You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap That was your final gig, that was your final act I wish that I had been there sitting close to you From the coma to d**h, my friend, you'd never have gone right through I would have kept you warm I know , never have left you there And I'm angry even now I missed you by so little I wanted to speak of this guy who died in February I wanted to speak of Bon Scott, he was my best mate

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