Packed up all shit I don't wanna talk about. Cardboard box in the basement underneath the stairs. Marked it "Christmas Decorations" and waited for a flood or the rats to chew it up.
Packed up all the shit I don't wanna talk about. To the sidewalk with the trash but you drag it back and spread it out across the floor so I kick it under the rug. It'll take me days to clean it up.
Can we put a pin in it for the night? Can we put a pin in it? You can talk my ear off cuz I got nothing left to say. Can we put a pin in it for the night?
We've got pins in everything. It's leaping from your lips, it's seeping though my shirt. You ruined my shirt!
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018