She gets wasted. She gets hammered down,
Taking seven shots of rye to the dome.
In the frat house, like an atom bomb,
Dust will clear and she is left all alone to
Then await a fate that's horrible.
Waste the date and that is deplorable. Shame!
He gets giddy. He gets real aroused
At the thought of any bitch passing out.
Ans she's drowsy and she's on the couch.
She's at arm's length to the brim of the mouth.
Pizzicato tickling of lips
With the tips of several frat boy dicks. Shame!
Telling no one of the crime. Keeping silent. Keeping safe.
Take the walk of shame. You're a mime
And people will think that you just had a bad time.
Shower off the body spray.
They don't like you any way. Now internalize the pain.
Make that pain go away by your hand
By going back to sad land next weekend.
Make the same mistake again.
He's in prison 'cause the bitch confessed.
He's got 7 years to 10, county jail.
He won't make it. He's a skinny fuck
And his heart is rapidly getting frail.
Get a tattoo you don't really want.
Maybe gangs will help you get through with this jaunt.
But it don't work. You get passed around
As a form of currency, for your touch.
You got value. You got liquid assets.
Especially in the shower, but not much.
Should've though of that before you raped.
It's ironic that you are now getting raped.
Now they found you hanging in the hall.
All the blood has rushed from here to your balls.
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2021