Well, strike me still or sew me silent
saddest sight that sore eyes,
even desperate or blind,
could ever hope to arrive at
They say they oughta swap my engine
but I'm one of a kind
so they drive me out and they leave me behind
them
'I've worn a mask
for sixty four fucking years', she said
'I was born a maid,
and I'll die a maid'
'Well, let me introduce myself
again
I am your sister, mother, daughter,
maybe your best friends mom.
That bitch you ditched at your prom'
'Sixty four fucking years', she said
'I was born a maid,
and I'll die a maid.
Some dames got class, yeah,
some dames change the world' she said
'I was born a maid, and I'll die a maid'
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