[singer A] Back door Black stamp Red RENT sign on the ramp Load-in through the kitchen Grease smoke Half ambition This that basements in Hollywood Duct tape dreams still sounding good If you know Then you know We flood Whole block shaking from the neighborhood Underground halos Cheap perfume Legends start in the laundry room [melodic interlude] [singer B] You found me by the barn door grin With that red dirt on your shoes I had a jar of homemade shine And a heart that fast forgot its rules Your hand fit mine like it knew the way Down to the county line glow Dance till morning, dance till morning Spin me hard and hold me close Dance till morning, dance till morning You're the best thing this town knows [singer A] Door guy’s on in ten Takes cash Jumps back again Mic smells like an ashtray Still we pass it like it’s Champagne Name in marker on a cracked door That’s our marquee on the fourth floor Basements in Hollywood Duct tape dreams still sounding good If you know Then you know We flood [instrumental] [singer B] Your dress caught wind from the pasture fence And your hair was all untamed You kissed me quick like a dare Then you blamed the sweet, sweet flame We lost track of every clock in the world Just chasing one more bite Dance till morning, dance till morning Spin me hard and hold me close Dance till morning, dance till morning You're the best thing this town knows Oh, we can laugh off every warning With your boots on my toes [singer A] No guest list Just a group chat Miss the text Then you miss that Five-song set Two get cut Still scream every word from the gut Basements in Hollywood Basements in Hollywood
