Shit guitar, the cheapest piece of junk in the whole store
But the rat, cranked, made it roar
I played it well, but then again, I couldn't really tell
In the basement Sabbath swell
In the night, we believe we could make it out
By the dim light of stars
13 songs, no matter how we tried, it sounded wrong
But we keep on going strong
In the back of the station wagon, solid state, half stack
There's a sound I can't get back
We were aching to be the next discovery
Set our clocks by the stars
The substance of dreams can burn through the seams
When you don't know who you are
Or who you'll be on TV
Or on glitched CD's fading memory
