skipped out when he figured out that we ain't but
specks of shit in the universe
left behind an empty vodka bottle
with a poorly written note inside
for leaving me with my moron mother
in the ignorance of indigence
and everything I learned from someone else
well bred well read enough to know the difference
that we are already in hell
and they don't come and go like outside cats
all the priests and the teachers
they could never answer that
once we're all meditating mendicants
who's gonna wanna shovel all our shit
and set the table so I can set and think
about dead presidents and philosopher kings
and how they're killing each other
while the food runs out
and the choirs of street urchins sing
that we are already in hell
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