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I used to stay up in my room and play my records loud
Mom and Dad had to come up stairs and tell me to turn it down
they're just a knock knock knockin...and I was rocking out real hard
couldn't hear'm over my air guitar

I moved down to the basement bought a knock off Flying V
my friend Michael found a Stratocaster under his xmas tree
we learned the six or seven chords we'd heard could take us far
playing 2 guitars

2 guitars and a tough back beat
2 guitars make you move your feet
2 guitars maybe shake your street
the sound of 2 guitars

with Kenny on the Fender bass and Jimmy bangin drums
the noise we made when we played was loud and true and kind of dumb overdriven four track demos blasting from our cars
turn up those guitars

we drove up to the city and climbed up on a stage
sang about our broken hearts, loneliness, and rage
eyes on the angels who came walking the door
the ones we were playing for

now we play these places and sing for folks like you
these old songs we suffered for so now you're suffering too
it's not so far from upstairs rooms down here to this bar
playing 2 guitars

2 guitars and a tough back beat
2 guitars make you move your feet
2 guitars maybe shake your street
the sound of 2 guitars

I used to stay up in my room and play my records loud