After six days of a nightmare called dayjob
Into a world full of pieces of shit
Loving money, living in misery
Less than a leech, spending time to lick an ass

Jumpin’ in a car and no, it’s not a Porsche
Another gig, but it’s not Donington
Not for money, glory, sex or drugs
Give us pizza and pork ribs all night long

Leave me in "Autogrill" after ten miles trip
Leave us in "Autogrill “Please another sandwich!”
Here We are…

We Are Road Pigs, We Are Road Pigs On the Highway

A lot of things could just break our balls
A storm of bullshit or stupid wannabes
I ask myself "Why do I carry on ?"
The answer is "the lunch before the show !"

I see their faces for another night again
A few real friends and thousand double faced
For the first ones I'm here to play again
Sharing ham, sausages and wine