Roch and a Hard Place Songtext
von The Rolling Stones

The fields of Eden
Are full of trash
Well, if we beg and we borrow and steal
We′ll never get it back

People are hungry
They crowd around
And the city gets bigger as the country
Comes begging to town

We're stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock (yeah) and a hard place

This talk of freedom
And human rights
Means bullying and private wars and
Chucking all the dust into our eyes

And peasant people
Poorer than dirt
Who are caught in the crossfire ain′t nothin'
To lose but their shirts, yeah


Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock and a hard place
You'd better stop, (you better stop) put on a kind face
Between a rock (yeah) and a hard place

We′re in the same boat
On the same sea
And we′re sailing south
On the same breeze
Building dream churches
With silver spires
And our rogue children
Are playing loaded dice

You'd better stop
Yeah, get a load of that
Give me the truth now
Don′t want no shame
I'd be hung drawn and quartered for a sheep
Just as a well as a lamb


Stuck between a rock
And a hard place
A rock and a hard place
You′d better stop
Put on a kind face, yeah
Can't you see what you′ve done to me?

Yeah, c'mon now
Yeah
Between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock
And a hard place
You better stop
Put on a kind face

You better stop
Put on a kind face
Between a rock
And a hard place
Between a rock (Ooh)
And a hard place