If you pull that pin out of the corner of my eye then I could cry my way back home
We could tear those statues from their bases in the sand and throw them in the swamp and never be alone
I could quit my job and burn my clothes and circumcise my son on the black stag's throne
You can see my claws and you can see my snout and sell me to the hunters in the barren south
I could worship their ground and I could pull their plows and I could grow tobacco in the roof of my mouth
And when the dusk came along we'd vomit this song and infect all the farm hands with a case of the gout
When the earth caved in and the stentch was the wind everyone started to atone for their sins
And what the earth spewed forth was an image of a horse with a noose wrapped firmly around its chin
And it threatened to lynch all those who oppose with a silent standing army of its guillotine men.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
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