The Karaoke Knights

A quiet revolutionary history clawing toward colonization,

Lingers within the bricks like the façade of small-town charm.

What once was a dream, becomes a reality.

But – these two girls, will be the river that bust through the brick walls.

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When I put on a show

I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins

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Within the four quarters and the premium vinyl floor,

They drink and feast, and revel in the kings absent.

Not the knighted men but a crown witch.

Soon to become pillars hoisted on stiletto heels

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Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage

Better be ready, hope that you feel the same

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The theatrical back head tilt and rhythmic sway of the hips

their voices pitch vibrantly, a cancer to harmony.

With the last note sung, the night evaporated.

Their remnant echoes push against the brick walls.

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Knights forged by the purest fluorescent flame

are now a public nuisance.

Yet, they continue to siege and pillage.

Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor just like a circus.