My woman's leaving, I feel sad
Driving my way to hell and back
We are the Road Crew
But I just love the life I lead
Another set of scars to boast
Another bloody, foreign coast
Another hotel, we can burn
Another border to get through
I'm eating junk, feeling bad
Another truck, another race
Another screw, another turn
Another beer is what I need
Another night, I'm going mad
Another gig my ears bleed
Another backstage pass for you
Another plastic, customs post
Another drink, completely blind
Another town, I've left behind
Another truck, stop on the way
Another word, I learn to say
Another tube of super glue
We are the Road Crew
Another game, that I can play
Another hotel, I can't find
Another room a case to pack
Another Europe map to learn
I'm driving like a maniac
