We can’t take everything for granted,
Simple things are self-satisfactory,
If you wish to see them, please do,
I'll never feel bored with you...
We can’t take anything for granted,
Simple pleasure wanted,
De facto, they lie to the people.
De facto, they stole the people.
Away from the fire…
Petrol on the tyres,
Gaz around the liars,
Away, from the fire,
It made me!
It made you…
It made me!
It made you…
It made me!
It made you…
Dear mother, you rescued me…
We can’t take anything for granted,
Simple things became mandatory,
If you wish to do them, you must to,
I'll never feel alone with you...
We can’t take life, oh, for granted,
Simple pleasures sacred,
De facto, they lie to the people.
De facto, they lie to the people.
Away, away from the fire…
Away from the fire, petrol on the tyres…
Away….from the fire!
It made me
It made you
It made me
It made you
Dear mother, you rescued me…
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023