Politicians grit their teeth
About dealers, nosebleeds
What’s good in your gated neighborhood?
You don’t know shit
About poverty or fiends,
Crushed pills on the dash...
Bill, you gotta ditch the kid at this Indiana truck stop
Cornfields, White Castle scraps on the asphalt
I’m pissed off
Rollin' up dope in the bathroom stall
D.N.A.
Fucked since day one, now I’m 28
Still got that bastard rage
Pop a pill, all I see is a
Wad of money
Bum on the street
Sleazy swami
Predator, priest
I ran to the church
Goin' berserk
Confessin' my sins
Aint to late to convert
Read a book
Now I’m fuckin cured!
2 weeks later ended up in a psych ward...
Don’t you know who the fuck I am?
Holy cow turns to holy ash
Aint your friend, I’m a confidence man
Can’t sleep, can’t eat
Shave my head for a false belief
Left with a void – no feeling.
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023