Cross out what came before
Broken noses and concrete floors
Bloody knuckles and broken bones
Glass houses full of stones
A show of force for all concerned
Tearing down what can’t be learned
Your thick wit became a noose
And you hung yourself like a champ
Step up and see what’s next
A black hole to match your chest
Little man, keep swingin’
Nothing ever sticks to you
Your little fists, they keep pounding
You keep hitting the same old walls
Keep fighting your tired battles
We’re waiting to watch you fall
Can’t erase the things that you’ve done
Can’t delete the mistakes you’ve made
Past the point of making amends
On the brink of total collapse
I carve out a place on my tongue
Where these words are destined to burn
Keep dumping more salt in the wound
Hoping someday that I’ll learn
Cross out what came before
Broken noses and concrete floors
Bloody knuckles and broken bones
Glass houses full of stones
A show of force for all concerned
Tearing down what can’t be learned
Your thick wit became a noose
And you hung yourself like a champ
Like a champ
Like a champion
Like a champ
Like a champion
Sanguine sounds for uncertain times. Tricky beats to make your toes tap in unusual ways. A barrage of melodies and swirling sounds to keep your heartstrings taut. Chumps
Tom Broucksou's piccolo bass lines are meatier than a 50lb brisket. Ryan Richardson's voice soars. Jason Crawford pummels you into complete submission. Get some Gung! Chumps
"Singer of this group is one of the guitar players in the equally-brilliant band Bells≥. Here he spits and swaggers over a bed of vintage-sounding street punk bruisers." - Robert Ham Chumps
Another politically charged punk EP in 2016? Yeah. This could've been horrible, but instead it manages to be great. It seems that J. Robbins can always manage to get amazing musicians together to create great music with him. The female vocals are sick too. Feels like early pixies. needsmorerage