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
Gutsy rock & roll from this Brooklyn group bursting with hot-rodding riffs and snarling vocals, hearkening back to classic dark punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2023