Dubbed Truths

{scratching vinyl} Roll the tape now,

yeah

{dub echo on vocals} (pull up,

pull up) {heavy spring reverb splash}

I tell a story 'bout a friend from down the lane

He try to sell the sunshine,

try to sell the rain

No license in his hand,

just a pocket full of dreams

And some questionable tactics,

if you know what I mean {clean electric guitar skank} We running

on the edge, we laughing at the law (haha)

But nobody can tell you what we really saw

Keep it moving under cover of the night

Everything is shady but we feeling alright

{melodic

brass line} He sell a watch to a man who didn't want

the time

He make a little deal that was borderline a crime (shhh) But

if you look away then the profit gonna double

Always one step ahead of any real trouble

{rhythm section drop}

Oh, who controls the game? (who?)

We don't call no name

{organ bubble chord progression} Just let the rhythm wash the worry away

{dub filter sweep}

We running on the edge,

we laughing at the law

(haha) But nobody can tell you what we really saw

Keep it moving under cover of the night

Everything is shady but we feeling alright

{soaring brass fanfare}

Yeah, keep it on the low (low low) Just let the record

spin

{vocal fading into heavy tape delay} {final drum

roll, tape stop}