"The best Sebadoh song that isn't a Sebadoh song." ~ Sean
lyrics
What you're doing is a castration-- face it, you're wrong-- to the slave allowed in the house who makes the belle come in the last bastion of illiteracy where dissent's suppressed by electricity, where nobody on the internet is alone. We're the same. It's a shame. I know that you know. It's okay. You don't know. And if all is well then our love is in vane because I can't die the American way. You don't come out no more. And I'm fucked. I like you better when I'm drunk. But don't stop. You remind me of a cop. See I say hurray for pepper spray, and I only speak in sports analogies. So fuck punk. What do you know about luck? And that's rot. You remind me of a cop. Cut a piece of bacon fat off the back and thigh bone. I would lend a hand but we each must bury our own to get these bums and your majesty off your lawn. Technology giveth. It can taketh away. Burn an effigy, fuck you, have a nice day. In a new nation where the sedative's free from ubiquity, it's a pleasure to be standing eye-to-eye with credibility, trying to figure out how you're better than me when you're fucked. I like you better when I'm drunk. But don't stop. You remind me of a cop.
credits
from Free Thinker,
released June 11, 2015
Words by Mikhail. Music by Mikhail, Gl1nn, Eric.
Mikhail: Guitar, vocals, and samples
Eric: bass
Glinn: drums
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