The A.K.A.s - Knives On 45's lyrics

Like a pen and pad of loose leaf filled front to back
With bad ideas and tales of loose teeth
Like diaries of rivalries; cures for your anxieties
They travel through scores of tangled cords,
Hanging like a noose from every word
Like therapy running through your veins,
Tapped to the needle of a record player
Like lyrics on the walls of bathroom stalls
Like hit songs written in your friend's garage
It don't matter if no one hears it
It don't matter Nights like knives on 45's
It don't matter if no one hears it
It don't matter Rhymes blow minds like perfect crimes
Like waking up with two black eyes,
the first time that you realize
there's a price to pay for standing up when everybody's sitting down
Like a first French Kiss, your first clenched fist…
split lips worn like gold awards
Like knowing in your heart that you don't care when everybody points and stares
Like a can of paint, baby, empty me into words everyone is afraid to say
Paint it on the front of the city hall
Stain it with lime on the schoolhouse lawn
Be free to be yourself for the times you find there's nothing else
Be free to make some noise
Fight, Fuck, Dance, Destroy