Slither 'round, body smashed, crawling on the floor
This is like no cockroach seen before
Gears mangled, circuits fried, legs twitching round
That's no insect on the ground!
All the ants, how they plot. Where's the mother brain?
Passing sugar traps, how do they abstain?
When they're crushed there's no guts, splattered round
That's no insect on the ground!
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
Moths hover just out of reach
Ignoring lights, they take a seat
Wings folded, antennae raise, signals out
That's no insect flying about!
Mosquitoes swarm no purpose needed, how they bite!
I can't kill them with all my might!
Poison fails, itchy arms, blood sample drawn
That's no insect flying 'round!
Scoop it up and throw it out, I'll be honest I have my doubts
You're being watched!
At every place you go.
You're being watched!
I'm not losing touch!
Just scan through the radio.
I'm not losing touch!
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What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Catchy, caustic goodness: straight-shooting hardcore clashes with boisterous blues rock on the debut from Austin outfit Drip-Fed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2021