You might not notice the difference We've changed with your a**istance Gave us a place to breathe That could provide some peace And space to fill with our noice solution Yes noise, precious noise The crackle of amplified toys Drowning a back beat too that could Drive a train thru you This ol'owner, unbothered by the sound For the hell of it Rented out the ultimate playing ground For kids under the streets Who could appreciate the heat Emanating from the corridor Bands burning up in the locals Pretty soon word pa**ed around The hottest spot in this winter town Was behind the door in the parking lot Of a building that has yet to rot Owned by a man who called it home That place looked more like sewage Fat rodents feasting on garbage Armed with our rat broom To make it to the bathroom So damn dark we'd never hit the can But all day, everday He'd clean and toil without pay He left your small house and big wife To be part of our life Took us in and we loved to hang around It was desarming as hell to know He has common ground My jaw hit the paper Poor ol'Emile was murdered d**h can come when you least expect it Young man, schizophrenic In a grave motion of panic Could'nt get worse He has finally hit the ground Put an end to his life But the story must go down Alcohol fueled mayhem Friday nights were big then Mescaline in the halls Times they were burning tall Thru the heavily sedated crowd He stood sober and proud Picking up broken gla** People falling on their a** Part of our weary past I hope his memory lasts