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lyrics
We live in the governor’s mansion and nest inside the walls
And our ears stick out from the French bay windows like gutted waterfalls
We live in the governor’s mansion like napalm in the walls
And our tentacles snake through central air vents and line up in darkened halls
Go out your three car garage?
Keep fucking in the dresser drawers?
Tear the hair out by the roots?
Bathe your kids in rotting fruit?
Sell your fantasies to 5th ave rags?
Go down in the flames of a burning flag?
Sink into the basement and melt in the rust?
While my little life chars itself to dust.
A bird’s heart still beating
And a dew drop still dripping
A non-region specific inflection
And a fear monger who can rig an election
Shoveling sludge into the crotch of my dreams
Until a bedroom sigh becomes a midnight scream
Watch my skin melt like plastic charred black
And then it sizzles with the squeal of a freeway crash
A pirouette or a pas de trois
A foxtrot to make your skin crawl
Did you see the way I can dance through the rain?
Between all the drops and through all the pain
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
We live in the governor’s mansion
And slide apart in microwaves
One more week and I’ll explode
In the aftermath of a hurricane
One more week and I’ll explode
To dance in the dance of my shadow
One more cut for the poor and alone
One more week and I’ll explode
A racist and imperialist voter base will
Build up the borders and lock up the gates
Like a lottery wheel still spinning
Now our kettle is brimming
A pirouette or a pas de trois
A foxtrot to make your skin crawl
Did you see the way I can dance through the rain?
Between all the drops and through all the pain
This is fucking incredible. Abrasive, all the good bits from early-mid 2000s punk without the self-indulgent whinery. This needs to be in your collection NOW. Carthage