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After Dark

by The Deacons

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1.
Ain't with being broken down by the cops This basement and this guitar is all I've got The only thing I have to fear is getting caught People complain they don't want me around But you can't stop me. You can't tell me I ain't shit Someone just made a million dollars in a day No one to give the gift of my bouquet The took my colors with a tasteful shade of dark gray People complain they don't want me around But you can't stop me. You can't tell me I ain't shit
2.
Victim 01:41
I wish I had a gun and a ride to your house In kerosine; unclean; I'm dowsed I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self We stole from the grocery store We hate it cuz we're poor I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self My friend and I at the court date They wan't my time but I can't wait I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self Look me in the eyes. It's not hard. You can tell I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self Wrap me up in leather and send me back to hell Ugly fashion understood. It feels fucked up. It feels good I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self The cop was smashed by the SUV. I was smashed. God smiled on me I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self I'm found out in harm's way to make the most out of my day I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self Look me in the eyes. It's not hard. You can tell I'm the type of kid whose a victim of thy self Wrap me up in leather and send me back to hell Stay the fuck away
3.
Really Care 01:28
Clinically depressed You think I really care? We went out west and burnt some old bridges there Oh, I thought I'd find ya here Buried here where I left you in clockwork, my dear The things that you express You think I really care? A studded vest You think I really care? My lover shames me You think I fucking care? Well, they're gone And I just don't fucking care Oh, I thought I'd find ya here Buried here where I left you in clockwork, my dear You think I really care?
4.
I'd leave em out in the street in hopes to watch them die Pathetic and pity; the noise through yellow teeth Come right across the city and come looking for me I don't like the way you're talking to me Don't press your luck. You're nobody I don't like the way you're talking to me The assholes; oh, they bring me down and the scene ain't that much better Shitty how these kids I thought would understand me All just clowns in costume from the bourgeoisie I don't like the way you're talking to me Ignorant fuck. You're nobody I don't like the way you're talking to me Fake
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Sad Boy 01:51
Pass the inhalants Just leave me be It's hard to count your blessings When it gets too dark to see I love abuser Who takes from me I'm a sad boy, baby and I cry myself to sleep My mouth smells rotten and the cuts they run so deep Trapped inside with no escape but I got no place to be A lonely boozer On a crime spree I'm a sad boy, baby and I cry myself to sleep Drank bottle of Seagram's Thats what you would drink with me Face down; dirty carpet floor Hold me while I weep You fucking loser You can't hurt me I'm a sad boy, baby and I cry myself to sleep

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released June 6, 2016

Recorded at Gacy's Place on Memorial Day 2016 by Anthony Manganaro. Eat The Life Records. Split Tape with BETA BOYS

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2015 - 2016

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