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Citizen King – Basement Show lyrics
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
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
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