The Constantines come from a planet held together with power chords and safety pins. We live in a rickety house in a dirty, dismal street, where the naked hide from day and thieves and drunkards meet. We come from a long line of bad teeth. We've got foul mouths full of black and gold. We make rock-and-roll music. Come out, shake your ass, get reckless. Young hearts, be free tonight.