Devil to get a soul
I got a soul, it's falling
Got it falling down
I got a son that's 40
I just sing and I'm proud
I got a son that's 40
I'm just a cub in pound
I'm just a cub and someday…
I got a son in a car race
I just sang a song
I'm just gonna break all or something
I twist around and a cow
I just say it 'disballs' me
I'd rather say it again
And I just wanna breathe
And It's all the same…
I just say it all something
Drop in on your house in a dustbin
I just wanna crack down…
I just suck on the forks, damn
I just give it a sound
And all the flies are falling
And I'm just walking around
I judge the fucking place, man
I just cut it down
I'm gonna try a whole plan
That is the broadened sound…
I'm just surfing around the countryside
To let you know that it's nothing
A blood, a blue sky
I just wanna break down
'Cause I just don't wanna break down…
All the sex and money
And It's always right
I'm not a king on Tuesday
I just can't breakdance
I wrap myself into something
I just wanna break up
And I just wanna be something
La la la brought you up
I just draw freaking light
Fucking Santa Man uncovers nothing around
And I just set it down and speak down
'Cause I'm gonna spit down…
I just sing around and nothing is just a fucking ass stat
It's just nothing right
And you just stop
Collected tracks from five bands including Cosmonauts, Susan, and Flat Worms provides a look into the vibrant Los Angeles music scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 19, 2017