You might not notice the difference
We've changed with your assistance
Gave us a place to breathe
That could provide us some peace
And space to fill with our noise solution
Yes noise, precious noise
The crackle of amplified toys
Drowning a back beat too
That could drive a train through you
This old owner, unbothered by the sound
For the Hell of it
Rented out the ultimate playing ground
For kids under the streets
Who could appreciate the heat
Emanating from the corridor
Bands burning up in the locals
Pretty soon, word passed around
The hottest spot in this winter town
Behind the door in the parking lot
Of a building that has yet to rot
Owned by a man who called it home
That place looked more like sewage
Fat rodents feasting on garbage
Armed with our rat broom
To make it to the bathroom
So damn dark we'd never hit the can
But all day, everyday
He'd clean and toil without pay
He left your small house and big wife
To be part of our life
Took us in and we loved to hang around
It was desarming as Hell to know he had common ground
For kids under the streets
Who could appreciate the heat
Emanating from the corridor
Bands burning up in the locals
Pretty soon, word passed around
The hottest spot in this winter town
Was behind the door in the parking lot
Of a building that has yet to rot
Owned by a man who called it home
Oooh
Future was always bright
Never, I saw you cry
Didn't get a last goodbye
And that's why
My jaw hit the paper
Poor old Emile, he was murdered
Death may come when you least expect it
A young man, schizophrenic
In a grave motion of panic
Couldn't get worse
He finally hit the hgound
And put an end to his life
But the story must go down
For kids under the streets
Who could appreciate the heat
Emanating from the corridor
Bands burning up in the locals
Pretty soon, word passed around
The hottest spot in this winter town
Was behind the door in the parking lot
Of a building that has yet to rot
Owned by a man who called it home
Home
Home
Alcohol fueld mayhem
Friday nights were big then
Mescaline in the halls
Times, they were burning tall
Through heavily sedated crowds
He stood, sober and proud
Picking up broken glass
People who fell on their ass
Part of our weary past
I hope his memory lasts
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