There's a place you can go
Lord knows it's the same
They always call 'em out it's a band with no name
A hole in the wall a dive to the eyes
Come in outta the cold and stay awhile
Kicking it with Scotty drinking some beer
The feeder lines forming somewhere near here
Downstairs there's nothing but clowns in the lounge
And some bad ass jazz cats just hanging around

Hey baby hey its SPMC
It's nothing you haven't already seen
Hey baby hey its SPMC
A karmic connection between you and me

So many fresh faces climb in off the street
At some intersection inside of our town
Soul searchers on a salvation slide meet
By eleven o'clock TBA is getting down
Random guitar players approach this space
Carry their axe with attitude you can't trace
Some major feedback and a howling PA
Check out our Merch before you go away

Sure priests make confession
Sugary pleads measure connection
Sloppy prominence meets casual
But it's Saint Paul Music Club as usual
Semi professional music cultivators