Stomp and Strum

Watch the dust rise up from the floorboards

Heavy boots making their own time

We don't need no brass or copper

We just trace the broken boundary line

Nothing but the wood beneath our leather

Nothing but the palms that strike the air

(stomp stomp clap)

We can make the floorboards move together

Stripped down to the bones and standing bare

Two wires running hot through the wood grain

No machinery left in our wake Just the heavy fall of our

shadow

And the simple sound we chose to make

Nothing but the wood beneath our leather

Nothing but the palms that strike the air

(stomp stomp clap)

We can make the floorboards move together

Stripped down to the bones and standing bare (stomp stomp clap)

Yeah, we're standing bare