Painted to look like a lion
faint-hearted runt to the core
the rat rolls out of the dry eye socket
screaming 'man, I just can't do it no more.
Think maybe we were
born to boast with the best of 'em
Snorts up a rail of broken glass
through the funnel of a counterfeit bill
says the dope ain't got her neck in a rope
cause she knows she's got no life left to kill
oh baby, we were
born to boast with the best of 'em
Eyes like ours won't do nothin'
for the cover of no teen magazine
brown as the shit we were born in, babe
hard as the bark on the tree
think maybe we were
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019