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(yeah!) (whoa oh oh)

Six strings stretched tight across the wood

Turned up as loud as we possibly could

A heavy hammer on a copper drum

Under the fingers where the wires hum

No master plan, just a sparked-up fuse

We're here to play away the evening blues

Feel the floorboards start to shake

For every single promise that we make We hit the switch and

let it break!

Let the volume rise,

let the speakers roar

This is the sound that we've been waiting for Just a wooden

body and a simple chord

We strike the iron,

let the music pour!

Yeah, we let it pour!

From

small-town basements to the open road

Carrying the weight of a heavy load

An old amplifier with a glowing bulb Drowns out the static of

the busy gulf

We find the beat and we make it count

Climbing up the side of a speaker mount (oh!) (yeah!)

Let the volume rise,

let the speakers roar

This is the sound that we've been waiting for

Just a wooden body and a simple chord We strike the iron,

let the music pour!

Yeah, we let it pour!

Strike the iron... Let it roll... (hummmmm)