Another AM wake up
says the coffee pot's already cold
shit, shower, shave, brush of make up
and kiss the kids before you go
Recite the same old story
y'know, I sold my soul for rock 'n' roll
found education appalling
and too bright a mind to shovel coal
Oh, but you're getting old
and you're still standing in line to smell the sweat of a hero
you're still squeezing a lime 'round the watering hole
How's the show?
I don't care to know
let the jester come around when my hungered belly's full
Look to the crooked smile
of the hangman dangling back and forth
the blood that pools on the tile
of the lemon scented kitchen floor
Don't fight that winding highway
stop a while 'til you're sure
that you will make it up one day
and live the life you're paying for
Ah, fuck it, I don't care no more
but you're still standing in line to smell the sweat of a hero
you're still squeezing a lime 'round the watering hole
How's the show?
I don't care to know
let the jester come around when my hungered belly's full
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