What's the grab I have?
To yank the needles hidden arm
I'll scrape dust with a gasoline rag
And within a week
Detects the earliest form alive from symptoms of a virus that's bad
But a cactus is my fear now
People turn
It's all too real
Mirrors grasp my steering wheel
The rocks begin to hollow
There's nothing inside
Long lizards tend to borrow small pants of mine
Sun guy has struck a deal
With water and gale
The driest of my life
But great and it's right
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024