A warmed up tube and a sweaty board
Slippery steel sloppily chattering
underneath my finger tips
The space is dank and hot and my ears are ringing

We've been over this a hundred times
What's one more
Or four more
Homeboy forgot his lines

A cigarette hangs from my lips
and the sweat constantly drips
My shirt is soaked
Brain probably fried from all the **** I smoked

But none of that matters
There's three new songs to get down
We gotta tighten that **** up
Get it all packaged neat for the rowdy crowd

I wonder if I was the only one in the room worried
Probably
All that went away as soon as we broke in
Properly

The song
The set
Free *****
Gallons of sweat

Memories that I could never forget....