here comes a regular and i m not much of a screamer but i ll try to stumble through i know you haven t been downtown or i d see a big smile on your face any time any place i think like you think me and the new big thing are gonna kill everything in sight we ll be the crushers of fun and the bringers of doom last anchor of news it s a chance to make everyone else lose after the carnage has rotted away i see that he s still clean a smooth running machine but the bastard can t dance and i m an animal the tragedy is that the bastard and i share blood can t even say that the bad crazy sun made him do it didn t make him do anything the sun s just a ball that sits in the sky it s no excuse cause you make it inside use it inside until you lose it inside you re so sad and lonely such a sad eyed phony you remove yourself from harm you re not really from the farm
['alternative pop', 'alternative rock', 'gbvfi', 'lo-fi', 'post-hardcore']