Riot Groove

Dust on the amp and blood on the bill I learned my

nerve where the floorboards tilt Hands on the wood and the room

stands still

Kick, bass, truth in the side of my jaw I came up

bent where the hard rules rot Blue paint peeling from the back

lot wall Still wrote names where the night got hot No saint

grin, no chain for the boss Just a flat broke hymn and

a cut lip laugh Need that snap from the snare and the

crossfade scratch When the whole block leans,

I don't step back

Lock in, stand up

Ten toes, hands up

Whole room, fired up

Say it like you mean it We don't bow,

we break the frame Kick that door and say our name

Riot heart with a streetwise aim We don't bow,

we break the frame Hands up high,

let the floorboards shake

Bite down hard, let the whole thing wake Same old siren at

the edge of dawn Same cheap suit trying to sell us calm

I want sweat, I want truth,

I want sparks in the palm Not a safe little lie in

a framed-up song My people bang on the rail in time Boot

heels talk when the rent runs late If the line gets drawn

then I cross that line With a cracked-out grin and a rusted

faith Strip it down to the breath and grain One string hum

and a bare last nerve If I fall,

let it mean something

Set it off, set it off

Steel in the throat,

fire in the chest

Set it off, set it off No crown,

no leash, no rest Run it loud till the rafters bend

Run it loud till the whole thing ends