Strike Up The Band lyrics

Artist  : Poison 
Song : Strike Up The Band
 
Living off the friends we made
Never ever getting paid
Kicking as* 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 band

Well 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-bit*hes never paid us one damn
thing
And my poor daddy, he just don’t understand
It’s balls out tonight, watch the sh*t hit the
fan
When we strike up the band

Now 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
trash

And 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 understand
Why it’s balls out tonight watch the sh*t hit the
fan
Give it all that we can, we don’t give a good
damn
When we strike up the band

Living 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, said

And my poor daddy, he still don’t understand
Why it’s balls out tonight watch the sh*t hit the
fan
Give it all that we can, we don’t give a good
damn
When we strike up the band