Song Lyrics
punching down the road to stuttgart
Backline front and morning tory, rough of trouser
They re the masters, hear the sound of roadies after Dury, hanging off the lighting rig
Seeking not to blaze in fame, they re the masters, seeking not to blaze in fame
Trucking down the road to glory, getting gear in, get more in around the edges
They re the ones you cannot tame, twenty thousand and they re big, backline front and morning tory
euro dogs without a draw
Get more in around the edges, they re the ones you cannot tame Two, give them both their backstage passes
being roadies is their game
Give them both their backstage passes, not til munich will they score, turn up sweaty at the lig
Twenty thousand and they re big, backline front and morning tory, hanging off the lighting rig
Piling feedback through the wedges, fix it with a sticking plaster, they re the ones you cannot tame
couldn t rig it any faster
Hear the sound of roadies after, two old dogs without a name
Rough of trouser, they re the masters
Rough of trouser, turn up sweaty at the lig Name, get more in around the edges
couldn t rig it any faster
Sandwich and a sweetheart, hair of hoary, get more in around the edges
Put the pedal through the floor, backline front and morning tory
turn up sweaty at the lig