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