american band. Were an american band. Were coming to your town, well help you party it down. Were an american band. Were an american band. Were an american band
shit hit the fan Give it all that we can, we don't give a goddamn When we strike up the band, when we strike up the band Living like a gypsy, an air
Buy now, Pushing products down your throat, Brain wash you but you don't know, Lets rock, What a fucking lame excuse, Change your mind but its no use
All I care about is sex and money I look out-dated, I think that's funny Chorus But I'm too shallow to really give a damn Cause I sing for a party rock band
dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up and wanting more I hope my Mama understands When I strike up the band Well I
Translation: Poison. Strike Up The Band.
Translation: Poison. Party Rock Band.
dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up and wanting more I hope my Mama understands When I strike up the band Well I spit
paying dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up and wanting more I hope my Mama understands When I strike up the band Well
You can swim in this old river It's been delivered since the factory shut down And like the river I'm waiting for resurrection Since I've lost your affection
It makes no difference where I wander No matter what I say or do I can't outlive this memory of you I cry dear when I think of you Somehow you wouldn
leave me or say that you want me And the stories that they told all lie down For somehow I can't make my heart believe them They're only poison
Well, God spoke to Moses at the burning bush Burning bush, Lord the burning bush God spoke to Moses at the burning bush Saying I am the Lord, thy God
Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day Talkin' with my comrades to pass the time away Lying in the shade underneath the trees Goodness how delicious
I hear more than I'd like to So I boil my head in a sense of humor Laugh at what I cannot change And I throw it all on the pyre again Go then and do
Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away Laying in the shadows underneath the trees Goodness how delicious
Eight of us hit NYC - we're gonna have ourselves some fun We do everything we want but then we've got to run Take me away, I can't stay, get me out
