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[Intro] [Verse] Neon humming right above the fries Salt and vinegar stinging my eyes Grease stains on my favorite band tee Counting minutes till I'm finally free Crumpled flyers in the register gaps Falling into all the corporate traps I’m nineteen and I’m already bored Waiting for the power of a power chord [Pre-Chorus] Manager’s face is turning bright red “Where were you?” is all he said I missed the shift for a basement show Somewhere he will never go He handed me the final write-up slip I’m about to sink this sinking ship [Chorus] It’s a receipt paper revolution Scribbling setlists in the back We’re the only real solution Leaving rubber on the track Yeah we’re peeling out the parking lot Giving everything that we’ve got Goodbye to the food court floor I’m not coming back no more [Post-Chorus] Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Not coming back no more Whoa-oh, whoa-oh [Verse] Plastic trays and the smell of oil Watching all my youthful spirit spoil But under the counter in a secret stash I’m dreaming of the cymbals and the crash My bass player’s waiting in the van Sticking to the master escape plan Keep your minimum wage and your spite I’ve got a gig in the city tonight [Pre-Chorus] Manager’s face is turning bright red “Where were you?” is all he said I missed the shift for a basement show Somewhere he will never go He handed me the final write-up slip I’m about to sink this sinking ship [Chorus] It’s a receipt paper revolution Scribbling setlists in the back We’re the only real solution Leaving rubber on the track Yeah we’re peeling out the parking lot Giving everything that we’ve got Goodbye to the food court floor I’m not coming back no more [Break] [Bridge] Four guys and a rusted frame Nothing’s ever gonna be the same Stack the amps against the door We don’t need this mall no more Tires screaming on the hot concrete Victory tastes so bitter and sweet Watch the skyline start to fade This is the choice that we made [Solo] [Chorus] It’s a receipt paper revolution Scribbling setlists in the back We’re the only real solution Leaving rubber on the track Yeah we’re peeling out the parking lot Giving everything that we’ve got Goodbye to the food court floor I’m not coming back no more [Post-Chorus] Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Not coming back no more Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Not coming back no more [Outro]
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