Basement Show

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