This Is The Place You Face The Music I Demonstrate An



Altered State With The Blacklight Shining On The Boombox I



Rush The Show To The Underground Spot From P.m. To A.m.



You Are And I Am Choking On Smoke Below The Coliseum



Not Soft Shoe 'cause I Wear The New Dance Scoping The



Girls With The Shrinky Dink Pants Milk Crate Steady Mic



Check One Two Feedback Shellac About To Break On



Through Broadcast By A Radio Station Low Downstairs At



The Basement Show Mark The X On The Party Map A Flying



V Peavy Sonic Attack The Cops Are Here If You Believe The



Rap Take A Five-finger Deal On The Silver Tap I Pull My Hat



Down Take The Stairs Down Getting Together In With The



Out Crowd You Got The Beer We Got The Time I'm Skipping



Everybody In The Bathroom Line Robot Moves On A Wild



Rumpus Standing Up Front Where The Stacks Is Thumpin' So



I'm Keeping It On Going All Night Long Clearing The Six-foot



On The Front Lawn A Bottleneck Check Your Mic Marinade I



Come Late To The Masquerade To The Sweatbox Dirty



Kneesocks And I'm



Going Through The Back When The Front Door's Locked