Strike Up The Band Lyrics - Native Tongue - Poison

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 

It's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan 

Give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn 

When we strike up the band, 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 

It's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan 

Give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn 

When we strike up the band