Sharing dirty microphones
With ska bands from the outer zones
Dancing in our plastic skirts
Trading kerosene for merch
Sleeping in your solar van
We had no worries and no plans
Driving through the night to play
A house show on the coast of Ohio
Oh no, no no, don't think about it
It's not like we can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
Showcased for five or six drunk kids
At South by Southwest '56
In an abandoned Taco Bell
Got paid in chips and cowrie shells
Your mom gave me her old guitar
The one she bought before the war
The pickguard still had bits of blood dried on it
Your mom was the coolest
These days, mostly, I don't think about it, she says
It's not like I can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
God knows we never got anywhere
Although we went everywhere
It's past curfew but the neighbours are away
Come down to the bunker I'll set up the PA
Sharing dirty microphones
With ska bands from the outer zones
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Sharing dirty microphones
With ska bands from the outer zones
Dancing in our plastic skirts
Trading kerosene for merch
Sleeping in your solar van
We had no worries and no plans
Driving through the night to play
A house show on the coast of Ohio
Oh no, no no, don't think about it
It's not like we can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
Showcased for five or six drunk kids
At South by Southwest '56
In an abandoned Taco Bell
Got paid in chips and cowrie shells
Your mom gave me her old guitar
The one she bought before the war
The pickguard still had bits of blood dried on it
Your mom was the coolest
These days, mostly, I don't think about it, she says
It's not like I can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
God knows we never got anywhere
Although we went everywhere
It's past curfew but the neighbours are away
Come down to the bunker I'll set up the PA
Sharing dirty microphones
With ska bands from the outer zones
With ska bands from the outer zones
Dancing in our plastic skirts
Trading kerosene for merch
Sleeping in your solar van
We had no worries and no plans
Driving through the night to play
A house show on the coast of Ohio
Oh no, no no, don't think about it
It's not like we can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
Showcased for five or six drunk kids
At South by Southwest '56
In an abandoned Taco Bell
Got paid in chips and cowrie shells
Your mom gave me her old guitar
The one she bought before the war
The pickguard still had bits of blood dried on it
Your mom was the coolest
These days, mostly, I don't think about it, she says
It's not like I can't live without it
It's just music
We used to play music
God knows we never got anywhere
Although we went everywhere
It's past curfew but the neighbours are away
Come down to the bunker I'll set up the PA
Sharing dirty microphones
With ska bands from the outer zones
Writer: Mathias Kom
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave