well

it's

three

P

M

time

to

lug

the

ge-

ar

got

to

get

it-

on

the

sta-

ge

my

mus-

cles

flex

my

fuck-

in'

sweat

will

save

the

day

when

I

check

the

mic

I

fuck-

in'

check

the

mic

I

fuck-

in'

chec-

ka

chec-

ka

one

two

three

I

plug

it

in-

I

make

it

sound

as

good

as

can

be

'cause

the

rock-

ers

rock

but

the

roa-

dies

roll-

got-

ta

take

the

mic

be-

cause

I

take

con-

trol

got-

ta

get

that

shit

up

on

that

fuck-

in'

stage

be-

cause

the

roa-

die

knows

what

the

roa-

die

knows-

and

the

roa-

die

knows

that

he

wears

black

clothes

and

he

hides

off

in

the

sha-

dows

of

the

sta-

ge

be-

cause

the

roa-

die-

looks

a

thou-

sand

mi-

les

with

his

eye-

i-

eyes

and

when

the

crowd

ro-

ars

brings

a

tear

drop

to

the

roa-

die's

eye-

i-

eyes

tears

of

pride

be-

cause

he

brought

you

the

sh-

ow-

but

you

will

ne-

ver

kn-

ow-

he's

chan-

ging

the

str-

ings-

while

hi-

ding

in

the

wi-

ngs-

no

mat-

ter

how

ha-

rd-

the

show

must

go

on

then

a

beau-

ti-

ful

girl

come

to

me

she

say

"hey

can

I

suc-

ka

your

dick?"

I

say

yes

I

am

in

lo-

ve

then

she

quick-

ly

say

"I

sucked

your

dick

now

gim-

me

that

back-

stage

pass

I

do

not

want

you

roa-

die

I

want

K-

G's

chode"

whoa!

I'm

stan-

ding

on

the

thres-

hold

of

your

dreams

with-

out

me

there'd

be

no

sound

from

those

amps

with-

out

me

there'd

be

no

lights

on

the

stage

but

you

don't

ap-

plaud-

for

me

no

I

am

the

roa-

die

lone-

some

war-

ri-

or

sear-

ching

for

his

soul

no

I

am

the

roa-

die

I

make

the

rock

go

ow

roa-

die

ro-

oa-

di-

i-

i-

ie-

roa-