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The Matches

More Than Local Boys

 

More Than Local Boys

(album: E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals - 2004)


Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey!
There's no painless way to say
That I pass on that piece of the pie
That you planned as mine
I'm starving too, but I'm hungry for life
Not that life, but my life, it's my time

My POS car with the radio playing
The graveyard jockey is on the air saying
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake shake shake the dust off these shoes

I used to watch this kid
Turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car the next year
I knew better but let it fall into disrepair
I gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels aren't going to get me there

Summer time blues on the front porch swinger
The jock says that The Rage got a new singer
The first note rips through the speaker
And it's the sound
Of my way out

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake shake shake the dust off these shoes
Shake shake shake the dust

We're the wolves prowling the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways, to the low-way, to the air waves
We're all just trying get a better look

Look at what's beyond the tall grass
That grows around this town
I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to anywhere but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away, gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up, and rise up out of this hole

We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake shake shake the dust off these shoes
We make noise (shake shake shake)
What else could we choose? (shake shake shake)
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake shake shake the dust off these shoes
Shake shake shake the dust off these shoes

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