Citizen King - Basement Show

this is the place you face the music i demonstrate an
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
check one two feedback shellac about to break on
altered state with the blacklight shining on the boombox i
through broadcast by a radio station low downstairs at
girls with the shrinky dink pants milk crate steady mic
the basement show mark the x on the party map a flying
rap take a five-finger deal on the silver tap i pull my hat
v peavy sonic attack the cops are here if you believe the

down take the stairs down getting together in with the
everybody in the bathroom line robot moves on a wild
out crowd you got the beer we got the time i'm skipping
i'm keeping it on going all night long clearing the six-foot
rumpus standing up front where the stacks is thumpin' so
come late to the masquerade to the sweatbox dirty
on the front lawn a bottleneck check your mic marinade i
kneesocks and i'm
going through the back when the front door's locked