Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strike Up The Band, artist - Poison. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |