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Well it's 3pm, time to lug the gear |
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Gotta get it on the stage |
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My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day |
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When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic |
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I fuckin' checka-checka one, two, three |
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I plug it in, I make a sound as good as can be |
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Cause the rockers rock, but the roadies roll |
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Gotta take the mic because I take control |
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Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' stage |
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Because the roadie knows what the roadie knows |
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And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes |
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And he hides off in the shadows off the stage |
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Because the roadie |
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Looks a thousand miles with his eyes |
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And when the crowd roars |
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Brings a tear drop to the roadie's eyes |
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Tears of pride |
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Because he brought you the show |
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But you will never know |
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He's changing the strings |
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While hiding in the wings |
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No matter how hard, the show must go on |
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Then a beautiful girl come to me |
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She say, 'Hey can I sucka your dick?' |
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I say, 'Yays, I am in love' |
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Then she quickly say, 'I sucked your dick |
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Now give me that backstage pass |
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I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode' |
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I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams |
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Without me there'd be no sound from those amps |
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Without me there'd be no lights on the stage |
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But you don't applaud for me |
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No, I am the roadie! |
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Lonesome warrior searching for his soul |
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No, I am the roadie! |
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I make the rock go! |
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Roadie, roadie, roadie! |
