Crew Nights

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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