Cold stout, bottoms up
Have somebody wash the cup
Light up, do some blow
Still got time before the show
Silence is the key
Play the tune, don't look at me
Time to go it's getting late
The gig is gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Put down that guitar
Not the time to be a star
Pack up, take her home
Blame it on the metronome
Cold stout, bottoms up
Have somebody wash the cup
Time to go, it's getting late
The album's gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Second Base in Outer Space - The Sound of a Snapping Wire Lyrics
Second Base in Outer Space - The Sound of a Snapping Wire Lyrics
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Cold stout, bottoms up
Have somebody wash the cup
Light up, do some blow
Still got time before the show
Silence is the key
Play the tune, don't look at me
Time to go it's getting late
The gig is gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Put down that guitar
Not the time to be a star
Pack up, take her home
Blame it on the metronome
Cold stout, bottoms up
Have somebody wash the cup
Time to go, it's getting late
The album's gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Have somebody wash the cup
Light up, do some blow
Still got time before the show
Silence is the key
Play the tune, don't look at me
Time to go it's getting late
The gig is gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Put down that guitar
Not the time to be a star
Pack up, take her home
Blame it on the metronome
Cold stout, bottoms up
Have somebody wash the cup
Time to go, it's getting late
The album's gonna be great
This is the history we're making
This is the record that we're breaking
This is the sound of the snapping wire
This is the void in the front row
This is the bass going solo
Take your seats, cause tomorrow
We'll be preaching to the choir
Writer: Alexander Skazchenko
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