Tekst piosenki
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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