Static in the Jazz Bin

[Intro]
[Verse]
Price tag graffiti on the wall
Watch the empire start to fall
Dust bunnies in the jazz bin
Where do we even begin?
Shift lead hides the holy grail
Everything is now for sale
Except the thing we really want
A ghost that’s come back to haunt
[Build-up]
I heard a rumor in the back
Beneath the stacks of warped black
A nineties emo test press hidden
A fruit that is strictly forbidden
They say the labels are all white
We’re gonna have a bloody fight
[Drop]
Register one is now a fort
This is a very hostile sport
I stole the keys to the rare case
I’ll rub it in your stupid face
The staff is split in two tonight
Under the humming neon light
[Verse]
I lost my setlist in the fray
It was a very shitty day
I miss the smell of home-cooked rice
Instead of all this cold advice
The jukebox plays a broken beat
Echoing down the empty street
[Breakdown]
The owner’s crying in the sink
The coffee’s starting now to stink
We’re arguing about the drums
While picking up the vinyl crumbs
It’s petty and it’s very small
We’re gonna lose it fucking all
[Build-up]
But tomorrow is another gig
The hole we’re in is getting big
Pack the gear in the rusted van
Stick to the non-existent plan
The test press is a jagged shard
Life is weird and life is hard
[Drop]
Static in the jazz bin now
Don't you dare to take a bow
The war is won but peace is dead
Just like all the things you said
[Verse]
Handwritten scrawls on every sleeve
It’s time for us to finally leave
The Farfisa is screaming loud
Lost inside a feedback cloud
One more show will save the soul
Out of any sense of control
[Build-up]
Spin the black circle till it breaks
Counting up all our big mistakes
Ninety-four was a better year
Before we lived in all this fear
Burn the shop and save the song
We’ve been here for way too long
[Outro]