We make these instruments
Sing like prisoners underneath our fingertips
A mutilation of waves
From a makeship past
To pull notes from the throats of these instruments
Sweet increments
Wet lips to bruised hips

We make these strings
Sing like prisoners underneath our fingertips
A mutilation of waves
To pull notes from the throats of these instruments
Sweet increments
Sweet increments

So beauty once created
So quickly beauty as debunked
And with broken beauty we had a new form we call punk
As we made these instruments
Sing like prisoners underneath our fingertips

It took much more than guts
We penetrate like penises
We hold in half nelsons
And full throttle we made these instruments sing like broken bottles

And with broken beauty
So quickly it was debunked
In unison we let out a loud cry
We said “fuck” to make these instruments sing”
Like prisoners underneath our fingertipes took much more than guts.

So hold on tight and don’t let go
The whole world is watchin’
The whole world knows you
The whole world knows you
Go unto Rome
Take that road to Rome
Take that road to Rome