In the basement beneath the stairs
Nothing ever changes there
Tiki worship, speeding lair
Caffeine driven to the end
Fingers scabbed beyond repair
Ignore inhabitants of this earthly subjugation
It’s always 1989 filled with unrelenting hate
No nostalgia
Just a realization that the riff raff checked out
Long ago
Post-apocalyptic tape trader with a multi-page list gone black
Patiently sat waiting for the soaped stamps to come back
Rip-offs can do their thing, fornicating with the surface man
Just continue on recording deep inside this garbage can
Stuck in a time warp
Only death will reach inside to pull the ankles out