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It's time to pack, load the van and go
Hit the road again, do another show
We try to sleep or listen to the radio
Might as well get comfortable, we've got a long, long way to go
If we get there early, we park the car
Then we try to find out where the record stores are
Then we unload our stuff, and hope we get some food
It always tastes like shit, but we try not to be rude
Me and the boys ain't afraid to raise our voices
But we hardly ever act
It is sad, but it's a fact
Then it's time to play, oh man, the crowd is crazy
At least the two drunk punks, who ever said that punks were lazy?
When the show is over, and all of the people has gone
We talk about the gig and all the mistakes we've done
Me and the boys ain't afraid to raise our voices
But we hardly ever act, it is sad, but it's a fact
There is much for us to do, to tear down and build up new
But we speak from all our heart and that's a start
I never thought we'd go this far
I mean, we even got our own car
And it takes us wherever we wanna go
We got to play in lousy bars
And hang out with the superstars
From the local support act
Me and the boys ain't afraid to raise our voices
But we hardly ever act, it is sad, but it's a fact
There is much for us to do, to tear down and build up new
But we speak from all our heart and that's a start
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