Black out on Wheeler Street
Junkies break in and take Ryan’s TV,
PlayStation 3,
Wad of cash and my stash of weed plants
Pistol whipped
Some fuckin' kid
Snoopin’ for a bag
Or a way to get in
Bust open the cellar
Snuck in up the basement stairs
Beat that fuckin' redneck’s ass
And dragged his ass to an ATM
Been watchin' the flashlights
Flickerin' in the dark
Parked outside...
A getaway car!
Me and 10 Brahmins
Crammed in an apartment
This house is a target
I gotta run…
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Bleached like a magazine – artificial white
Brown Basmati and I’m reppin' Chennai
Fairness cream is a Nazi sceme
Poisonin' your mind, mind, mind…
Call me at 513-BIN-LADN
I’m in the buildin' eatin' tikka masala
A lot of white girls try to holla
White dudes say I’m a spy, spy!
And now I know that Hell is real
No melanin – your skin is peeled
First grade I learned to microwave
Sleep next to a can of Raid
Bangin' on the door, landlord wants the rent
Fuckin' IRS… Where’s that refund check at?
I’m jackin' T.P. and a bag of rice
Hop on that Sleeper Class, I pay for shit with stamps
Another overdraft, I call check into cash
I’m resentful of everything you have
Walk home with a grocery bag
They run up on you 10 on 1
Fuck it man,
This Norwood basil’s got me lifted
Bitch I’m on a plane ridin' first class
But my name’s on a no-fly list
Sold some jizz, all my records and shit just to pay the heatin' bill
Kickin' it with the babes at Bessie Beach
Pissed on a statue of Gandhi and passed out
Now I’m cross-legged, prayin' cuz the goddamn neighbors got malaria...
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