We’re the brave new teens and we’re looking for a party. Please accept me.
The dirty boys surrounded by our angels. Should we be scared of anything?
We stop at a gas station where we meet a strange kid.
We don’t trust him. He knows a party so we go with him.
He drops us off a small dark house in Kansas.
We’re going to the devil’s party unafraid.
We step inside to find the outcast worshippers.
They sit along the walls. Nobody talks at all.
We know the bad girl Suzy and she looks scared. Yeah, she looks scared for us.
The leader offers us beer in the basement but no one ever goes to the basement.
We step outside to get some air. The worshippers seem scared. They ask us where we’re
going. They ask us not to leave. They peer at us through the blinds.
1,2, 1,2,3, We run!
We’re running from the devil’s party. Run! Run to the pizza hut!
Run from the devil, run erotic city, the psychic sex worker, the stranger who stole from me,
he left it in the bedroom, the double-bodied creature, the vision in the basement, the demon
who follows me.
Recorded 8 years ago at the beloved Brooklyn venue Shea Stadium, this live album captures Plates of Cake in all their raw rock glory. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2021