the science halls have hollow walls and sodden carpet at least the cops don t come in spare us the legal poems broken legs can t run anyway yeah some days were missed ten kegs at albers and albers turns into geer and hours become years we ll get back to work right back to work i swear our beakers are still full of beer crotch rockets and violins we chiseled and we switched naw but they re not going to mix so please can our dying brains take another break 
['alternative rock', 'anti-folk', 'chamber pop', 'indie rock', 'lo-fi']