| Gather up ye pots and cans
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| Gonna have to share the amps
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| And move along from band to band
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| A race against the sinking sand
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| If the pigs come cruising by
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| We’ll turn off all the lights
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| And keep the stick from hittin' skin
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| Until they’re 'round the bend
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| This is where the Salt are sharing spit and sweat and steam
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| The kids may all get out alive, but none of them go home the same
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| Another space is closed, you got no place left to go
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| So go save someone else and don’t you tell me 'bout no fire code
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| So welcome to the show
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| Down underground underneath below
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| Here you can make your own
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| Just keep the smoke down
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| Keep your smoke from rising
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| There’s a Laundromat on Main
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| By night another place
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| From generators, vacant lots
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| To underneath the Coffee Shop
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| «Someone upstairs is cool
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| Just leave no trace of you.»
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| It’s like a new inebriation
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| Against Prohibition
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| Only catch is you can’t post the time or place
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| You got whisper codes on down the lane, it works better anyway
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| See, we tried to be legit, we got bound in red tape
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| So had to do it on the sly. |
| This is your noise complaint
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| So welcome to the show
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| Down underground underneath below
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| Here you can make your own
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| Just keep the smoke down
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| Keep your smoke from rising
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| So we stand against the law:
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| Singers, Dancers, Brewers, Drinkers stand against the law
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| We see a celebration and they see a battle call
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| Let’s put the Middlemen out of a job
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| Is this a celebration or is this a battle call? |