this could be about the rising costs of living, or any number of other observations i have made over the years. The first chorus sounds to me like the vocals have been digitally altered, but its actually just some weird computer freakout i think, its surprising stuff like that doesn't happen more often.
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two dollar veggie bags, enough to feed a pack of rabid vegans, and its not the smoking that kills you, no, its the bad karma from stealing every other mutherfuckers lighter. i recollect once being vaugly correct, but a playful left jab or hook, now i have no memorys left, its just like a headache with pictures for two or three moments, the carpet will be ruined.
When your hell-bent on killing those innocent flowers, and displaying their carcass like its some sort of SICK decoration, then how can you call yourselfs the fair-er sex? you sexy bitch! i cant believe that its come to this.
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
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024