Ian Gillan

On The Rocks Songtext / Lyric


Ian Gillan - On The Rocks Songtext


Children will play in the street

Crying with glass in their feet

Nowhere to go, nothing to do, no place to go

They've sent you to an institution

They've tied your hands behind your back

Once you were a flying thing

Now you're on the rocks with broken wings






Once you were proud to be a man

You carried out your own tiny part of the plan

You would decide, you'd gamble your pride, but you would decide

And now they've really got you tagged

I saw you in the thinking game

Now you're on the rocks with damaged brains



Hold tight, hold tight, keep those hands on your given birthright

Alright, alright, keep your eyes on the demon in disguise

You must never close your eyes

Right, each night think on back to your given birthright

Hold tight, hold tight, just remember the feeling deep inside you



You know they're trying to steal your thunder

They're trying to erase your face

Once you were a working man

Now you're on the rocks with broken hands

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