Shit guitar, the cheapest piece of junk in the whole store But the rat, cranked, made it roar I played it well, but then again, I couldn't really tell In the basement Sabbath swell In the night, we believe we could make it out By the dim light of stars 13 songs, no matter how we tried, it sounded wrong But we keep on going strong In the back of the station wagon, solid state, half stack There's a sound I can't get back We were aching to be the next discovery Set our clocks by the stars The substance of dreams can burn through the seams When you don't know who you are Or who you'll be on TV Or on glitched CD's fading memory