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 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-bitches never paid us one damn thing   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      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 shit 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 shit hit the fan   Give it all that we can, we don't give a good damn   When we strike up the band