The Unheard Music Ft. Pavement

Friends, A warehouse pain
They attack their own kind
A thousand kids
Who buried their parents

There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye

No Smooth Chords
On the car radio
No Smooth Chords
On the car radio

We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
And men come up the pavement
and out of the marquee

There's laughing outside
We're locked out of the public eye

No smooth chords
on the car radio
No harsh chords
on the car radio
No smooth chords
on the car radio
No harsh chords
on the car radio