Roll into the city, scanning all the bars
The road dust made us thirsty and we're all out of cigars
The sun is up, there's still some time to kill
Give us 3 Sambucas and put it on the bill Yeah
There's people loading out the trash that we call gear
Just a 30 minute rockshow and we'll be out of here
We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left
Getting up for soundcheck that's over in a blink
The stagesound's always shitty and we need the time to drink
Searching every corner, glancing every wall
If we find a game of pinball there'll be no check at all
Feeding up the Bally with all we get to play
But still you'll see us smiling cuz it's been a kick ass day
We're gonna rock this joint like men possessed
Don't make any plans cuz there will be nothing left