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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