"No End In Sight" lyrics
Me mother always said to me
"There's no rest for the wicked
You're on a handcart bound for hell
And on a one-way ticket"
But when the road calls out to you
And you have the urge for roving
It's too late then to change your mind
About the life you've chosen
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
After fifty years or more
We thought we might retire
But sitting on me arse all day
Is not what I desire
There must be something more in life
Than going out to pasture
But I'll be damned if I give in
And age becomes me master
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
As you'd expect, there's some regrets
But time has ways of healing
Slight will ease and fade away
And peace-of-mind comes stealing
Life's too short to fuss and fight
Or dwell on loss and sorrow
We'll ramble on and let the others
Worry 'bout tomorrow
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
Music soothes the savage breast
And keeps the soul from dying
It stirs the blood and churns the heart
Of that, there's no denying
Oh, may the Sentient Art prevail
And may its notes keep ringing
May bards and poets lead the way
And keep the whole world singing
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
"There's no rest for the wicked
You're on a handcart bound for hell
And on a one-way ticket"
But when the road calls out to you
And you have the urge for roving
It's too late then to change your mind
About the life you've chosen
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
After fifty years or more
We thought we might retire
But sitting on me arse all day
Is not what I desire
There must be something more in life
Than going out to pasture
But I'll be damned if I give in
And age becomes me master
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
As you'd expect, there's some regrets
But time has ways of healing
Slight will ease and fade away
And peace-of-mind comes stealing
Life's too short to fuss and fight
Or dwell on loss and sorrow
We'll ramble on and let the others
Worry 'bout tomorrow
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
Music soothes the savage breast
And keeps the soul from dying
It stirs the blood and churns the heart
Of that, there's no denying
Oh, may the Sentient Art prevail
And may its notes keep ringing
May bards and poets lead the way
And keep the whole world singing
There is no end in sight
And the fire is brightly burning
We'll curse and swear without a care
As the hands of time keep turning
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
There is no end in sight
And we're not speculating
We'll sing and play and tear away
And keep the devil waiting
Writer(s): George Millar
