I won't stand up, I won't stand up
For you throw you under the bus
I will sit down, yeah I'll sit down
You made storm clouds acid rain clouds
I will throw up, yeah I'll throw up
Before doing lemming long jumps
It's an urban affair you just don't care
Small town sickness, urban business
When the dawn becomes the morning
You'll feel sorry feeding pigeons
And when those birds try and kill you
You will know that I don't need you
When I grow up, when I grow up
I will stand above the livestock
When you grow old, when you grow old
You'll be eating cat food alone
Armed with my pen, I have my pen
Write you letters drenched in semen
Oh is that rude? I'm being rude?
I just do unto what you do
When the dawn becomes the morning
You'll feel sorry feeding pigeons
And when those birds try and kill you
You will know that I don't need you
Keep your cigarettes, your money
I don't need them anymore
I'll call my unemployment agent
And we'll party, yes we'll party
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015