Citizen King

Basement Show

Citizen King


this is the place you face the music i demonstrate
an altered state with the blacklight shining on the boombox 
i 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 girls with the shrinky-dink pants milk 
crate steady mic check one two feedback shellac about to break 
on through broadcast by a radio station low downstairs at the basement 
show mark the x on the party map a flying v peavy sonic attack the cops are here if you believe the rap 
take a five-finger deal on the silver tap 
i pull my hat down take the stairs down 
getting together in with the out crowd 
you got the beer we got the time 
i'm skipping everybody in the bathroom line 
robot moves on a wild rumpus standing up front 
where the stacks is thumpin' so i'm keeping it on going all night long 
clearing the six-foot on the front 
lawn a bottleneck check your mic marinade 
i come late to the masquerade to the sweatbox dirty kneesocks and i'm going through the back when the front door's locked