Underdogs of Nipomo - Archers of Loaf

Black and white

But the time is strychnine

You soak it down in your rubbing alcohol

You’re saying you’re underdogs

Knowing what they don’t want

And what they don’t want

Strange boy

Scrounging through his pockets

Scraping over nachos

And a microbrew

Stuck in the middle one sucking up, up town

Clogging up the quarters at the arcade

I said you’re better than me at this

So much better at this

So much better of forcing the matter of

Kill the running joke before it grows

Till everyone you owe

Collects and goes away

I said you’re better than me at this

So much better at this

So much better of forcing the matter of

Kill the running joke before it grows

Till everyone you owe

Collects and goes away

Goes away

Goes away

Goes away

I said you’re better than me at this

So much better at this

So much better at forcing the matter of

Kill the running joke before it grows

Till everyone you owe

Collects and goes away

I said you’re better than me at this

So much better at this

So much better at forcing the matter of

Kill the running joke before it grows

Till everyone you owe

Collects

I’m not at home 'cause I’m going to Nipomo, C. A

Just leave the money on the soundman’s check

I’m on the middle box sucking up, up town

Knowing what we don’t want, what they don’t want

I’m not at home 'cause I’m going to Nipomo, C. A

But lay your money on the soundman’s check

I’m on the middle box sucking up, up town

Knowing what we don’t want, what we don’t want