Stalactites Lyrics

Enough of the riff raff

Inside this concrete cavern where we slam fast

Used to call our band SHAFT

Used to call each other and ask,

"What do you think of this riff, will it last?"

All of our ideas a moving photograph

I need to make a graph of all our drafts

But I can't do math worth a rat's ass

Never could organize in the past alas

We got one album done or at least let the rough drafts pass

Six tracks, immortalized, but not on wax,

So will it really last?

I guess that's up to the masses

Sometimes we move slow as molasses

Trying to navigate the creative tall grasses

Producing songs jagged as the slashes on a car

After it crashes car 2020

Vision when we listen back,

Printed on the notes we frack,

The beats are laying too far back,

Out of sync and out of whack,

But still we stay tight as stalac.