Tear it down in double quick time To get the eighth truck shifted 'bout midnight The locker rooms are empty but the [strobo tickers? ][strobe boats? ] Still spin with their pitching lights And someone with a yellow pass Gives out precise directions as to where and when
And here am I with a drumstick, While young girls set to rendezvous, and be recognized again Tomorrow is an off-day, Be in baltimore by thursday is the only law. There's a suite down at the hotel Reserved for making merry with connecting doors. The lighting man's already improvised a bar, And printed invitations to the ball. Off duty cops line corridors wearing tull [two? ] t-shirts proudly On the band's [...] wall
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives, Best boots and road suits and nine lives.
Feeling that it might be wrong to Temporarily belong to the p.a. man [men? ] Some angel from the midwest is regretting being Undressed with no suntan His polaroid is snapping The head carpenter is rapping on The gates of dawn
Sitting lonely with a warm beer The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone.
Crew nights, no bar fights or [feeders? ] [veeders? ] wives Thin walls and late [blade? ] calls and nine lives.
[ken stitzel writes: still no clue on the first line, but I think ''late calls'' is definitely correct for the second line. it makes Sense from a stagehand terminology perspective. I know that it Sounds like there's a ''b'' sound in there, but I think it's just a Minor flaw in ian's diction. (it's really tough to sing clearly, Especially in rock music.)]
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives, Best boots and road suits and nine lives.
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