We work this band 'cause they make it rock,
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but we're the guys that make it roll.
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We move the drums and amps and junk.
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Road rats...
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we're a pack,
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and the road's our home.
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On the road half my young man's life.
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I spend a lot of time;
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ain't got no bread to show for it.
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Road rats...
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all the cash spent on whites and wine.
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We're the men behind the man.
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We're the backbone muscle clan.
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We do a thousand one night stands.
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If the stars can make it,
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if the band can shake it,
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well, if those guys can take it,
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we can,
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yeah.
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We work this band 'cause they make it rock,
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but we're the guys that make it roll.
|
We move the drums and amps and junk.
|
Road rats...
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we're a pack,
|
and the road's our home.
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Road rats...
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we're a pack,
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and the road's our home.
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Road rats...
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we're a pack,
|
and the road's our home.
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Road rats...
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we're a pack,
|
and the road's our home.
|
We're the men behind the man.
|
We're the backbone muscle clan.
|
We do a thousand one night stands.
|
If the stars can make it,
|
if the band can shake it,
|
well, if those guys can take it,
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we can,
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yeah.
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Road Rats
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Alice Cooper |