Grindroom Riot

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