Warped Tour Roadies


Everyone is sun burnt and extremely tired,

But we have to make sure the next act is on fire.


Yes, they are just performers on stage,

Simply letting go of their built up rage.

Here, You’ll see Music makes the world go round,

However, there’s more behind it then just the sound.


Everything’s always moving way too fast,

But God we are having such a blast.

People helping people out,

Even though we all just shout.


But no matter what the show must go on.

Till all the bands are done and gone.

Welcome to what we call our moving city,

Requiring us to get down to the nitty gritty.


We build it up every morning,

Just to tear it down every night.


We are what you call Warped Tour Roadies,

Please don’t mistake us for just some silly groupies.


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