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Strike Up the Band

Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid

Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse

Loving ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more

I hope my mama understands, when I strike up the bandWell I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly

Fifteen years of paying dues just to get me by

Now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring

But those son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thingAnd my poor daddy, he just don't understand

It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan

When we strike up the bandNow those drop dead ladies line the very first row

I do believe, I'd like to spend some time after the show

Now them years gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash

And them lovely ladies feed me an earful of trashAnd my old lady, she just don't understand

Why those floozies got their hands on her man

And my poor daddy, he still don't understandIt's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan

Give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn

When we strike up the band, when we strike up the bandLiving like a gypsy, an air conditioned hippie

Who's never seen the light of day

Rode dog and cowboy, don't know how, boy

I ever lived this long this way, no, no, saidAnd my poor daddy, he still don't understand

It's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan

Give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn

When we strike up the band

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