Roadie

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