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We work the band 'cause they make it rock
But we're the guys that make it roll
We move the drums and amps and props
We're road rats, we're a pack
And the road's our home
On the road half my young man's life
I spent 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 star can make it
If the band can shake it
Hell, if those guys can take it, we can
Yeah
Ah
We do this job and we live this life
We hear that roar and we love it to death
We moved those drums and amps and props
Road rats on the road 'til our final breath
Road rats on the road 'til our final breath
Road rats on the road 'til our final breath
Road rats on the road 'til our dying breath
We're the men behind the man
We're the backbone muscle clan
We do a thousand one-night stands
If the star can make it
If the band can shake it
Hell, if those guys can take it, we can
Yeah
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