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We work this band 'cause they make it rock,
but we're the guys that make it roll.
We move the drums and amps and junk.
Road rats:
we're a pack,
and the road's our home.
On the road half my young man's life.
I spend a lot of time;
ain't got no bread to show for it.
Road rats:
all the cash spent on whites and wine.
We're the men behind the man.
We're the backbone muscle clan.
We do a thousand one night stands.
If the stars can make it,
if the band can shake it,
well, if those guys can take it,
we can,
yeah.
We work this band 'cause they make it rock,
but we're the guys that make it roll.
We move the drums and amps and junk.
Road rats:
we're a pack,
and the road's our home.
Road rats:
we're a pack,
and the road's our home.
Road rats:
we're a pack,
and the road's our home.
Road rats:
we're a pack,
and the road's our home.
We're the men behind the man.
We're the backbone muscle clan.
We do a thousand one night stands.
If the stars can make it,
if the band can shake it,
well, if those guys can take it,
we can,
yeah.