Lyrics:
Another town, another placeAnother girl, another faceAnother truce, another raceI'm eating junk, feeling badAnother night, I'm going madMy woman's leaving, I feel sadBut I just love the life I leadAnother beer is what I needAnother gig my ears bleedWe are the road crewAnother town I've left behindAnother drink, completely blindAnother hotel I can't findAnother backstage pass for youAnother tube of super glueAnother border to get throughI'm driving like a maniacDriving my way to hell and backAnother room, a case to packWe are the road crewAnother hotel we can burnAnother screw, another turnAnother Europe map to learnAnother truck stop on the wayAnother game that I can't playAnother word I learn to sayAnother blasting customs postAnother bloody foreign coastAnother set of scars to boastWe are the road crewThat's right