Johnson
That conversation launched them quickly awry, quickly awry
We'll hold your spaces for you for the course of the night, on through the night.
Mid-South metal fortunes take us away, take us away
Them songs of suspect choices seemed right at the time, right at the time.
Looking back on them built in times and speakers stacked so high
We were scattered along them crowds of black shirts and cheap wine.
Did you notice the frequencies will damage you for life?
As if the saccharine songs they're playing, ain't enough of a lie.
Match all the stations for the magazine eyes, magazine eyes
Contracts and flashpot torches burn us alive, burn us alive.
Looking back on them built in times and speakers stacked so high
We were scattered along them crowds of black shirts and cheap wine.
Did you notice the frequencies will damage you for life?
As if the saccharine songs they're playing, ain't enough of a lie.