It's not as early as you think that it is
And if there's a god I'll put my money down on where he lives and that's
On top of you but you're both sleeping under a bridge and my problem is
Every bridge looks the same
You mistook a streetlight for the sun
I know it's hard and I'm sure it's no fun
Believe you me there's no point in trying to run
Because every town looks the same to me
It's not as early as you thought that it was
Now I know there's no god now I know there's nothing up above but
Hot air and it's laughing at us because
It was heaven or bust for us
Some of my tires you just can't slash
Some of our songs you just can't dance to
I could never figure out my own rig
The more I talk the deeper I dig
Mary's hair she decided to dye it purple
Then Mary's lips they turned purple too
I couldv'e swore that she told me
I couldv'e swore that she told all of you
Here I'll stand six feet above you
You look so short and I don't feel tall at all
Here I'll stand believing I knew you
Now I know I knew no one at all
This towns too small
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024