Lyrics Strike Up the Band - 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
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
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