Poison 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 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