we tense our minds

we tense our minds
and work real hard
to get songs right
while knocking back lard
the drinks are few
but the foods shit
we used to get drunk
now it takes just a bit
we want to leave
and get out here
the folks upstairs
through cracks they peer
its strange hearing steps
and rumblings upstairs
you know they're moving
you know they're there
but we've got mics
and cords all around
the beatrix potter
dvd's that we found
a box of cereal
and juice gone bad
a fan plugged in
best girl i ever had
the place is dark
but messed up nice
a calender she bought
sick of rice
listenin to british
on the speakers
reminds me of
old people
i used to go
to an old school
long ago
it was cool
now im here
on the hill
in the fields
in midwesterville
the hicks on chairs
always stare
in mallroom walks
noone ever talks...