[Verse 1: Ragged noise-rock male lead, noise-rock hollered lead, pounding drums] Friday at the warehouse down along the tracks Sweat on the walls and a crack in the slats Kids in ripped shirts with the safety pins Three bucks at the door and the noise begins Then here comes Wes in a cardigan, gray Dad jeans, loafers, and his hair going away Walks to the front and he plants like a post Dead center of the floor and he don't say a word, he's a ghost Every elbow in the room is catching his ribs Every kid in the back got a theory and a fib He's a narc, he's a teacher, he's somebody's dad He's the lost guy from the bowling alley looking sad [Verse 2: Ragged noise-rock male lead, harder noise-rock hollered lead, fuzz bass guitar] First song, he don't move, he just stares at the stage Second song, a kid shoves him, and he don't show rage Third song, somebody spills a beer down his back He just wipes off his glasses and he takes the smack Then the singer leans in to the drummer and laughs Says we got one more, it's the oldest we have Never been on a record, it's a tape from the start Slow and ugly, and it's tearing apart And the man in the cardigan opens his mouth And every single word of it comes falling out Kids in the pit go quiet and they turn around He's the only one singing and he's shaking the ground [Hook: Ragged noise-rock male lead, full band, screeching overdriven guitars] Who let him in, who let him in Cardigan man with the old man grin Standing at the front like he owns the place Who let him in, get him out of my space [Bridge: Ragged noise-rock male lead, first riff back, the guitars lock onto the slow ugly first riff and pound it] Singer points down with the mic in his fist Says y'all wanna know who the narc is, it's this That's Wes, he started this band in a garage Twenty years ago with a bass and a badge Of a broken amp and a borrowed snare Left for a job and a wife and a loan Left the kids the van and the songs he had grown Twenty years of mortgage and a tie on his neck Still came down to the warehouse to check on the wreck He wrote this song, and he's still right there [Final Hook: Ragged noise-rock male lead, full band, pounding drums, raw full voice] Who let him in, who let him in Cardigan man with the old man grin Standing at the front like he owns the place Who let him in, get him out of my space [End]
