Free shoes and cheap booze, that foodtown cask wine,
Cigarettes, pop punk and war books and crime,
Friends of friends old friends and couches and slime,
Rifts like an earthquake and rent not on time,
Waste of my time, it’s a waste of the day,
We’re not for sale
Its trickle down democracy so we say,
We’re not for sale.
Happy with you? I’ll be happier alone.
Its all life, all good, so FUCK what goes wrong.
Yeah I screwed up, I messed up,
But hey, that’s what good friends are for
A cool cat a big rat a sad kid a fight,
Fire extinguisher, running red lights,
Live bands and randoms and rip off and plight,
Late walks and strange talks…no sleep tonight
See you later on, see you at the show,
Who are you taking and where do we go?
We had fun, catch you up, I’ll see you soon,
Hope you don’t mind man but we trashed your room.
Beat on their faces interrogate masses, they won’t confess,
Maybe digress to just when it collapsed its been an on-going mess,
Reflections are blatant if I’d clean the mirror,
Haven’t been eating right, I’m getting sicker,
Come tomorrow man, I’ll start again,
Come tomorrow man, I’ll start again
from Humans Piss Me Off
released April 28, 2012
Rapata Witihera- lead guitar
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