|Guitar, Vocals:||Chris McCaughan|
|Bass, Vocals:||Brendan Kelly|
We talk a lot
In crappy cars, and restaurants and shitty bars
We ain’t trying very hard
But we got that fuckin bark. We talk a lot.
We talk the talk, and talk the shit.
Mo’fuckers would be feeling it
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit.
We talk a lot. Hey man we’re feeling fine.
Cuz we got nothing but time.
And baby you don’t know what it’s like.
So let’s get rolling out of this shitty yellow light.
Cuz we been droning through this endless parade
Of identical days. Nothing changes.
It only rots away.
No one’s listening. We been over this before.
Now we’re slapping it again.
Now we’re squawking with the crows.
We hang on wires and watch the city
And its busy days below
And it’s the only thing we know.
It’s time to rot all goddamn day and night.
What have you got? I wanna melt down the time.
I’m tearing out my insides.
What are we doing here?
That’s what’s killing me.
And we’ve forgotten what this used to be like.
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