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
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