Description

One-Stop, Indie rock, Fast tempo, rowdy, rocking, gritty, garage, math rock, post rock, wild, tough, punk, energetic, upbeat, art rock, new wave, Male vocals, electric guitar, synth, beats, bass, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Lyrics

Money is the devil shouts the punk rock band
Selling 80 dollar tickets to their ever-loving fans
That’s the shit I really can’t stand
Charging some kid just to shake your hand
Wear this not that 90s Nikes or Vans
Bleach your hair make sure to stand over there
It’s a goddamn frat
Where everybody stares
We all want to be there

Cargo shorts
Fish nets
Industrial goth wear
Land’s End Polo
Neon underwear
Where’s the guitars
Have you seen them anywhere?
Where’s the guitars I can’t find them anywhere
The floors a nightmare but no one seems to care
They all just move around like their Fred Asterie
Now I’m moved by a digital snare
We all want to be there

Name three songs said the snobs at the bar
Do what you want said the cats from Mars
Exclusion
Confusion
Just pile in the car
We all want to be there