Poison - Strike Up The Band lyrics

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