tensed up kid

tensed up kid
with the brown skin
on selds we slid
everyone wishes they were thin
juice and cereal lyin on the floor
guitar chords are hard to do
and the walls are bear
the mics look cool
in my underwear
bowls and bottles and sheets all over
books on walls and computer moved over
tv black and empty off
at some of those indie high brows i scoff
we've got to kinda put together some kinda interesting movement together
keep ourselves a reason to stay interested
and perhaps if we're lucky we'll get remembered "forever"
all this time and money invested
in the basement we're forever rested
getting shows in unknown places
and driving cars in tight spaces
dancing nights in downtown bars
forty year old ravers trying to grope my girl
twenty year old worshippers preach the gospel
hell i might as well give the floor a whirl
round we dance she's drunk as hell
and the crowd stares on mesmerized as well
a man flashed me a thumb up
was a strange sign with a grin i was like what the fuck
we walked out and talked in the rain
i was since then never the same
we had a heart to heart about nothing
and then got back in the car again
stopped at the farmhouse field
got out the guitar and played the old familiar feel
got complimented about our songs
how longs it been since you've played ping pong
im thinking about the mess we've invested in
mics and cords don't know where to begin
there seems to be a sign of some kinda shortage
for food we'll perhaps have to forage
but gamings gone just music left
and perhaps this school college advent
we'll see if there's people around
and will she ever pay the rent