two old dogs without a name

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two old dogs without a name, trucking down the road to glory, seeking not to blaze in fame, but to leave a blazing story, being roadies is their game, rough of trouser, hair of hoary, they're the ones you cannot tame, backline front and morning tory, theirs, the lifestyle that surpasses, they're the coolest of the classes, yours is blonde and mine's got glasses, give them both their backstage passes, euro dogs without a draw, punching down the road to stuttgart, not 'til munich will they score, there's just enough to have a kick start, put the pedal through the floor, whack this mother down the ausbahn, band get in at half-past four, sound check, sandwich and a sweetheart, getting gear in, they're the masters, couldn't rig it any faster, break a leg in a disaster, fix it with a sticky plaster, two old dogs who know their gig, piling feedback through the wedges, hanging off the lighting rig, miles of flex along the ledges, twenty thousand make that big, get more in around the edges, turn up sweaty at the lig, such the perks and privileges, they're the hardest of the grafters, load the truck up to the rafters, hear the sound of roadies laughter, in the hotel for their afters