The show is done The crowd unwinds I wait for them to leave To see what I can find!
Sometimes it's gum Sometimes it's weed Sometimes it's just a stage diver Who flipped and lost his keys!
I've found spare change Which has kept me fed I've found half pairs of shoes Until I'm seeing red!
Like striking oil sometimes You know when Klampit shot the crude Instead of finding lots of oil You snag a shirt from some poor dude!
Why are we looking down? (Floor Score!) What have we left behind? (Floor Score!) Why are they looking around? (Floor Score!) Tell me what you have found!
Scan the floor side to side! Sometimes lighters are all you find