You might not notice the difference

We've changed with your assistance

Gave us a place to breathe

That could provide some peace

And space to fill with our noice solution


Yes noise, precious noise

The crackle of amplified toys

Drowning a back beat too that could

Drive a train thru you

This ol'owner, unbothered by the sound

For the hell of it

Rented out the ultimate playing ground


For kids under the streets

Who could appreciate the heat

Emanating from the corridor

Bands burning up in the locals

Pretty soon word passed around

The hottest spot in this winter town

Was behind the door in the parking lot

Of a building that has yet to rot

Owned by a man who called it home


That place looked more like sewage

Fat rodents feasting on garbage

Armed with our rat broom

To make it to the bathroom

So damn dark we'd never hit the can


But all day, everday

He'd clean and toil without pay

He left your small house and big wife

To be part of our life

Took us in and we loved to hang around

It was desarming as hell to know

He has common ground


My jaw hit the paper

Poor ol'Emile was murdered

Death can come when you least expect it

Young man, schizophrenic

In a grave motion of panic

Could'nt get worse

He has finally hit the ground

Put an end to his life

But the story must go down


Alcohol fueled mayhem

Friday nights were big then

Mescaline in the halls

Times they were burning tall

Thru the heavily sedated crowd

He stood sober and proud

Picking up broken glass

People falling on their ass

Part of our weary past

I hope his memory lasts