A churning, sweaty room in this broken town The kids are swinging from the rafters, the band?s burning the place down A gallery of sonic art, a place where the sound of our laughter?s only matched by the guitars You?re welcome here, at our open house, the community suite Now come in off the street They came to shut it down, they came to scoff They came with fingers in their ears, that seems to be part of their jobs What they don?t see, what they don?t know, is that our music makes a family and we are already home Thathorates have no respect for our own good This is our place to sing, dance and create a life, a life worth living It?s either here or on the streets This is the only place to be breathe the air that?s free from Thathorates Our s***e They haven?t tried to understand Thathorates can?t evict our hearts Though they can try to bar our doors We?ll take it back?we?ll find a way Shut down, build it back up This is our urgency Forced out, breakin? back in State of emergency We?ve got to give it life each time they shut it down because I?m tired of saying there?s nothing to do in this town