LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRsl 1984
RSL 1984Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floorThe Bover boys with their boots shiny redThree dollar champagne stirring my headWe rolled out the barrels, boysWe sang with a single voiceLet all tears turn to goldAnd all the hell I've raisedLord, let it fade awayAs Your glories unfoldGive me a part to playGrant me another dayThe surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of goldFloating on a longboard, life on holdI never know the way, but you always take me thereAnd I need it now, like the Mooloolaba airWe'll roll with the next wave, boysWe'll sing out, we'll make some noiseRed dust risesClouds your every thoughtYou don't know you're deceived until you're notGood dog, bad dog - they get to fighting in your headThe winner is the last one getting fedGod is alive and my magic is no goodAnd He's called me out on this walkaboutHe leads me to water and traces each song lineAnd I know to know His ways are higher than mineSo roll out the road rig, boysWe'll sing with a grateful voiceLet all tears turn to goldAnd the hell that's raisedLord, let it fade awayAs Your glories unfoldGive us a part to playGrant us another day
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