You might not notice the difference  We've changed with your assistance  Gave us a place to breathe  That could provide some peace  And space to fill with our noice solution    Yes noise, precious noise  The crackle of amplified toys  Drowning a back beat too that could  Drive a train thru you  This ol'owner, unbothered by the sound  For the hell of it  Rented out the ultimate playing ground    For kids under the streets  Who could appreciate the heat  Emanating from the corridor  Bands burning up in the locals  Pretty soon word passed around  The hottest spot in this winter town  Was behind the door in the parking lot  Of a building that has yet to rot  Owned by a man who called it home    That place looked more like sewage  Fat rodents feasting on garbage  Armed with our rat broom  To make it to the bathroom  So damn dark we'd never hit the can    But all day, everday  He'd clean and toil without pay  He left your small house and big wife  To be part of our life  Took us in and we loved to hang around  It was desarming as hell to know  He has common ground    My jaw hit the paper  Poor ol'Emile was murdered  Death can come when you least expect it  Young man, schizophrenic  In a grave motion of panic  Could'nt get worse  He has finally hit the ground  Put an end to his life  But the story must go down    Alcohol fueled mayhem  Friday nights were big then  Mescaline in the halls  Times they were burning tall  Thru the heavily sedated crowd  He stood sober and proud  Picking up broken glass  People falling on their ass  Part of our weary past  I hope his memory lasts