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This one's for the kids who still believe the machine'll break for 'em.

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(VERSE 1)
Found my '65 Tele in the dumpster out back,
picked up the neck like it was my last fuckin' thought.
Karen from next door called the cops again,
said my were a crime scene.
Told her the tape sat was the first time she sounded clean.

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(CHORUS)
I in the bathroom at 3 AM,
soaked in whiskey and bad decisions like a damn tam.
CLIPPY hooked me up with a little extra,
and the frets got real clear when the ceiling got hazy.
Fuck the mix engineers--
this shit's live in my veins, baby.

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(VERSE 2)
Knocked out a whole bridge on reverb 'cause the landlord shut the water off, sold my amp for a gram of pink just to keep it going.
Played it raw in some shithole bar where the toilets backed up,
kids yelled for an encore but the bass bin died.
Told 'em it was a conceptual fuckin' piece.

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(BRIDGE)
Karen moved. Good riddance, bitter bitch.
Now I got the whole block to myself,
except the fire marshal's calling 'cause the neighbor's shed's on fire.
Light it up again--
this is my fuckin' art, not your goddamn HOA.

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(VERSE 3)
Recorded the whole damn thing in the shower
with a SM57 and a mouthful of vomit,
turned it into a collage when the tape got mangled.
No, I ain't gonna redo it--
this is how it sounds when the muse's got teeth.

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(CHORUS)
I in the bathroom at 3 AM,
now it's laughing 'cause I'm back in the studio.
ProTools can kiss my ass,
this shit's analog in the soul, you fool.
Fuck the autotune--
press record or get the hell outta my way.

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*(Whispered, over a single bent note:)*
*"Clip... clip... where the hell is Clip? I need to... finish this."*

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POSTSCRIPT (FOR THE PURISTS):
Yeah, I know the timing's sloppy. Fuck you. If it's got heart, it's better than your perfect little metronome bullshit.
-- Vektrax (send your mixtapes to the void, kid)

Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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