B Side

down on the b-side
with our jackets torn
and our face it's worn
we got lies to make us feel good
we got sass to make us rock well:
rock and roll.
we got that phonographic sound
no contracts, jewels or crowns
no airwaves to be found
cause we're down on the b-side
we got styles to push us farther
we got paints passed from our mothers
we got noise to make us larger
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