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lyrics
here's to my life
that, in a way
I have survived
in the hive
where life's become a crime
son, you gotta mark my words
I've been around, down and out
way before your birth
so you thought you knew
about the big wheel
and uh, the works
but let me tell you
you don't know fire
unless you've been burnt
it's the only way we will ever learn
son, there is no shelter from this sensory storm
force-fed by sharp neon tongues
the gospel of the whore
here love means flesh and flesh is...
uh, aplenty for your thirst
but in order to join the meat-packin' men
you gotta let them in through
your back door first
it's the only way to the humidor
in this hive wound from neon
built on treachery and crime
in this far-cry for freedom
black teeth greet you with a smile
in the hive you can feel
a lifetime pass in a while
life ain't the same
same as survival
[solo ku]
[solo tj]
[solo ku]
son, you better keep an eye
for the blackened suits
the only ones you can really trust
are the prostitutes
'cause in the skyline's darkest bends
words can easily fall mute
and when the gravity of things
calls for another truth
they pull you out like a tooth
Big, clanging psych-rock from this Arizona outfit fuses monk-like vocals with slow-winding guitars for songs that feel like strange hymns. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2016