Rough draft recording - please make allowances....


A rock number by Ross and Owen and the new band. I love the energy when they play it live. As usual, the words that say what it’s like are at a premium....


Get him a doctor

Well I am waiting for the day

When certainty will rise again

A little wounded boy in shock

And all he knew was only lawless


Get up, get up, get up, you’re dying

Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m fine yeah

Somebody get him a doctor

We’ll never heal the infection

In his soul


Wake up alone, but don’t you do it

You put a gun to your head on Friday

A hurting man he toils for years

Without reward, unrecognised


Get up, get up, get up, you’re dying

Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m fine yeah

Somebody get him a doctor

We’ll never heal the infection

In his soul


Wilson - the band: www.wilsonmusic.co.uk