Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Dick Wagner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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