[Verse 1]

It starts with "I guess..."

But you can go ahead and bury the rest

From logo to lore, the dream is a chore

And I am a permanent guest

I flex my nitwit silence

In these galleries and shops

Like an android on an Android

I am dodging culture cops

[Chorus 1]

See Nashville sunset laced with smoke

Hear condo protest at the throat

Feed cell phone camera more distortion

Onlookers leap in a helluva heat

[Verse 2]

Well, it feels like a fest

Except you play for free and donate the rest

T-shirts and tapеs, a trade at the door

Plus this famously ragged dеcor

Yet I love the shows

I skip them and then I go

Where better to

Listen to this place I splice my woe

[Chorus 2]

See duplex boy-punk kiss a boy

See mix of pride and shy deploy

Is there a heartbeat under Broadway?

It's like I'm taking a class sketchin' a bird in a bath

[Chorus 3]

Look back, look listen, makin' eyes

Knives by the pound and denim jive

A sight so sweet, it's conversation

I stutter I weep, however never asleep