We’re all doing time
For someone else’s crimes
And we’re all living lies
On someone else’s dime.
You’re fucked from the start
So go fuck yourself.
We played the part;
So go play with yourself.
Oh, those pretty boys sure got it easy.
Yeah, all those pretty boys sure got it easy.
You know, there’s some guys
Making fortunes off a lie
Who on their best days
Have a mind like a child’s.
We played the part
For a million bucks.
Standing around
Who could give a fuck.
Oh, those pretty boys sure got it easy.
Yeah, all those pretty boys sure got it easy.
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