| Road Crew Four men travel to the depths of hell In the middle of the season of the Christmas bell Together they live and work side by side Taking sarcastic remarks all in stride Covered in Satan�s thick black ooze They head out to town for a drink and raw food Living on burgers, sodas, and fries Things that would make most men turn green and die Telling crude jokes to break the mood Man let me tell ya, this is one strange road crew Sent to do a job as described by another Only to find, someone lied, the dirty mother They do the job with a little piss and moan Their real goal is to make it back home Burned, battered, and red from the light The crew heads home from one leg of the fight Two more battles and the war may be done All to put money in the pockets of one But they do it because a family they have to feed Because this damned old job, is what they need Darrin L. Broyhill |
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| Music Entitled: Back On The Chain Gang |
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