my head was in the ether but my feet were still in babylon
when i started having seizures and speaking in tongues
then the worms crawled in, turned my mind into mud
and the holy ghosts exploded into angel dust
good for you, go fuck yourself all right
guess they was better things that I could have done with my life
but I never had the patience to feign interest in a sales pitch coming from dimwitted children of the system's squeegee men
so let your good love come down like acid rain
because my love has a hollow point
and it moves at the speed of sound
my sadness is a hang grenade
let it explode with the hope some will be around
my hatred is a suicide bomber
something you could never understand
I'd rather die in the martyr's brigades than be smothered
by the invisible hand of the man
be stifled and smothered by the invisible hand of the man
than to be that putrid plastic smile
stapled on at the end of every shitty day
when the world's done kicking your ass
to be the self-righteous rancor
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024