We Are the Road Crew Murder by Death

Another town, another place
Another girl, another face
Another truce, another race

I'm eating junk, feeling bad
Another night, I'm going mad
My woman's leaving, I feel sad

But I just love the life I lead
Another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed

We are the road crew

Another town I've left behind
Another drink, completely blind
Another hotel I can't find

Another backstage pass for you
Another tube of super glue
Another border to get through

I'm driving like a maniac
Driving my way to hell and back
Another room a case to pack