Smalltown Supersound
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Down in my new hometown, there is a battleground
They make a fuss about this very special sound
It is a lonely place, they never talk to your face
They're looking over your shoulder, man, it's such a waste
I do not need them, I'd do well without them
Yet I tend to stick around
'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious
About this very special sound
Some people run the scene, and some buy into this dream
About a narrow line, about some music machine
Then I get paranoid, like Hitchcock's celluloid
Can carve out no real space, it is a great big void
But should you do then move out to California
Then move back in time
No, you just join a rock group, meet the same set people
That I have in mind
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
It doesn't work like that, this lifestyle on the go
You gotta listen to the things they're telling you
You gotta look surprised, as if it's something new
And when they fuck you over (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Don't you feel a little colder? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Yeah, when they fuck you over (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Don't you feel a little older? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
I do not need them, I'd do well without them
Yet I tend to stick around
'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious
About this very special sound
What's wrong with you? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
What's wrong with you? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
What's wrong with you? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
What's wrong with you? (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
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