It always comes down to who tells the story
That way you work out where to go from there
So that the next time you hear talk of "stories"
Under half-moon light, you need to listen, right
Not partway up the stairs
Undone by lenient rhyme
I'm reporting a crime!
Natural disasters in some suburban town
In which the water doesn't run so good
Have you heard, the neighbour's boy copped for a beatdown
Without licence for those bottled goods
We all did what we could
Undone by median crime
Are we having a time?
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden