Strike Up the Band

Lyrics

[Intro] Never ever getting paid, 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 we strike up the band [Verse 1] Well, I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly Fifteen years of paying dues just to get me by Mmm, now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring Them sons-of-a-bitches never paid us one damn thing [Chorus 1] And my poor daddy, he just don't understand It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan When we strike up the band [Verse 2] Now those drop dead ladies line the very first row, yeah I do believe I'd like to spend some time after the show Well, the years gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash Them lovely ladies feed me earful of trash [Chorus 2] And my old lady, she just don't understand Why those young floozies got their hands on her man, hey And my poor daddy, he still don't understand It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan I give it all that we can, got to give it, goddamn When we strike up the band [Bridge] Ah, oh Oh, when we strike up the band Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get, ow! [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Living like a gypsy, air conditioned hippie Who's never seen the light of day (oh-oh-oh-oh) Rode dog and cowboy, don't know how, boy I ever lived this long this way, no, no, said [Chorus 1] And my poor daddy, he still don't understand It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan We give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn When we strike up the band