Yeah we're the kids - gagging on plastic bags
With skin made of dirty rags
With eyelids hung from price tags
I sold my soul for a filthy flag
i take the image of your favorite blouse
to the back of the midtown slaughterhouse
We tore it to bits - it was covered in shit
Make no mistake I'll make a mess of it
Yeah we're the kids I replaced my heart with a credit card
Yeah we're the kids I replaced my skin with a tip jar
I want to hit, haunt, spit, snare, and I want to do it everywhere
I take the image of your favorite blouse - tonight there's a party at the slaughterhouse.We're chopping up blogs and dumping them in the streams. We'll set fire to every rock star magazine. you found your own picture in the centerfold so you fingered the crease and then wiped up the mess with the pages from your press release.
And all the kids are going lick lick taste the sweetness of the sale while your scream scream keep up the same old scene and gag gag keep sucking off the camera flash and cry yourself to night into the pages from your press release.
Can you hear one thousand kids buying back their youth?
Can you hear one thousand songs singing backwards truths?
Can you hear anything over the sea of bells and catchy hooks?
Can you hear anything over the din of ancient rule books?
I want to hit, haunt, spit, snare, and I want to do it everywhere
If you smash the guitar then I'll burn the strings. Let's hang our lives from this church door's rusty hinge.
Max Goldstein makes "acoustic" music that is a unique mix of guitar, experimental electronics, and percussion. Make indie rock weird again. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 25, 2021