Roll into the city, scanning all the bars.
The road dust made us thirsty and we're all out of cigars.
The sun is up, there's still some time to kill.
Give us 3 Sambucas and put it on the bill. Yeah.
There's people loading out the trash that we call gear.
Just a 30 minute rockshow and we'll be out of here.
We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.
Getting up for soundcheck that's over in a blink.
The stagesound's always shitty and we need the time to drink.
Searching every corner, glancing every wall.
If we find a game of pinball there'll be no check at all.
Feeding up the Bally with all we get to play.
But still you'll see us smiling cuz it's been a kick ass day.
We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.
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