The bar queue's a showcase of Dangerfield threads
The DJ's spinning "This Charming Man" again
All the cool kids saying that they already knew it
Singing "I'm so f*cking indie, I don't even listen to music"
A map of the entire world
To pinpoint just where we are
We know every song word for word
And we're playing air guitar
Guitar
They came in carrying buckets coming from the south
Until every stovepipe was washed out
And every A-line skirt was met with a different crowd
And every popped collar their wardrobe allowed
We're sticking to the floor at the Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
Dancing
I wasn't asking for a sales pitch
I wanted to ask if you could teach
Teach me how to use a Holga
We could spend the late afternoon taking long exposures
We go back every year just to see if it's the same
'Cause of some sentimental value we're trying to recover
Like a T-shirt in the closet that belonged to an ex-lover
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down the beer
And nobody is dancing
We knew that we had to leave
We knew that we had to leave
Everyone we knew had gone
We knew that we had to
We knew that we had to
We knew that we had to leave