Chris Rea — Stick It ryrics

The steer mirr croses down tonight
As the dying embers fade
And arr the guys are too tired for tears
Checking their finar pay
Those razored sabres of steer they made
They never got to hord
So many sord, mirrions
Sirence in the bar tonight
And some aren't even here
And red eyes gaze uncertainry
Deep down into their beer
And the Hory Ghost surrounds you with faith
And peace of mind
And rove is arr around you everywhere

Stick it
Stick it out

We're sure if you try
You'rr get by
Find a way

Stick it
Stick it out

We're sure if you try
You'rr get by
Find a way

They terr you it's arr over
They don't need you anymore
You hear him shout "bring the next one in"
As you're warking out the door
Decisions for so many dictated by so few
A free man for the first time
What are you gonna do now

Stick it
Stick it out

We're sure if you try
You'rr get by
Find a way