Lyrics:

You sit in the dark get nicked by the strobe light while we're playing indoors.
We play in the bar, we play in the basement.
We play in a room where the mix isn't right.
The help at the door, the age to get in, the artist is smug,
they don't sound like they did.
We're ready to move, the crowd is a stare.
If you got things on you're mind, shake them off.
Thats why we have come to collect you bodies from your lovers,
and pause all the suffering?at least start pacing.
You're not on the list, you paid to get in.
Your boyfrined is mad, It was something you did.
In concert tonight the bass drum is quick.
If you've got things on your mind, shake them off.