I gotta, break out
Gotta stand up and shout
Gotta step on stage and let it all hang out.
We're here to make our mark
And not by punching a clock
So give us the stage...
Cause we were born to rock

Working 9 to 5, just ain't for me
Who the hell am I pretending to be
I ain't no office man
You gotta understand
So put that six string in my hand

Blue collar work, ha, see ya later
These hands weren't made for hard labor
I'm a music man
You just don't understand
So put that mike in my hand

Until we fulfill our mission
You know we can never rest
So put us in front of the crowd
And let us do what we do best
So stop talking 'bout you're so-called jobs
You might as well save your breath
Cuz we were born to rock, baby
And we'll settle for nothing less!