Roadie

Well it's 3 pm time to lug the gear

Got to get it on the stage

My muscle flex

My fuckin' sweat will save the day

When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic

I fuckin' check-a check-a, one, two, three

I plug it in

I make it sound as good as can be

'Cause the rock is rock

But the roll is roll

Gotta take the mic, he got take control

Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' 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 hangin' in the wings

No matter how hard

The show must go on

Then a beautiful girl come to me, she say

"Hey, can I suck-a your dick?"

I'll 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