Spirits Lyrics

Scream in your ear in an irrigation room

Drippin' from sweat in the sweaty basement fumes

A cigarette is lit, it permeates the show

Blows in the singer's face and tightens up the throat

Whaddya know

PBR, VCR filter

Softens you and makes you glow

When you're so trite, it makes you feel right

In this cultural catacomb

The cymbal crash can make those hertz go offline

It's just a cover, maybe go up outside

Blue spirit Joe

Look 'em down in a row

Ya gatekeeper

Dressed in different clothes

"Fuckin' shout out to all the photographers…

Emily, Victoria... did I shout out everybody?"

Gotta be right in mind

Are you even havin' a good time?

At the shitty basement show

Not expecting to feel so alone

It's too cool to feel at home

But ya clap it up, clap it

You script it out, but ya keep it fast and keep it loose

Polarize those people, never laugh, don't ever schmooze

A cheeky spirit tucked behind a teenage ear

They think you're crazy, it's appraisal based in fear

What do you care?

It's a dance, a remedial trance

That smothers you and makes you sick

A tiny hat, he just the left frat

He's different, wants a better fit

Blue Spirit Joe

My new friend told me, "Just go home"

Ya gatekeeper

Dressed in different clothes

"Yeah I love venues like this.. Thanks for coming out tonight everybody!"

Gotta be right in mind

Are you even havin' a good time?

At the shitty basement show

Not expecting to feel so alone

It's too cool to feel at home

But ya clap it up, clap it