

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
We build it up with raw hands No polish on the wire
Just four walls and a spark Spitting into the fire
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