Backstage At The Thrift
Backstage at the thrift
They don’t preen or posture
They don’t know prohibition
They do dig on Ray-Ban
Backstage at the thrift
They bust balls
They tighten ball bearings
They worship Urethane
Backstage at the thrift
They dig Pet Sounds and Psyche
They plant their seeds
They smoke their offspring
Backstage at the thrift
They are not segregated
They are from all four corners
They are unified, together as one
Backstage at the thrift
They plan routes
They climb faces not walls
They trip the roads
Backstage at the thrift
They do not subscribe
They write their own rules
They smell the future