I put my phone in my pocket
Like a smoking gun
Shot her in the chest
I think i saw her flinch
I think i got her at her best
She hit me
I showed her I was tough
We say that it is love
But we've both had enough
I beg for change
Her pockets are all bare
The fights we have are vain
A poor display of fair
I am to blame
Her actions are too clear
I've spoiled the love we had
You're in charge of what's here
I put my phone in my pocket
Like a smoking gun
Shot him in the chest
I think i saw him flinch
I think i got him at his best
He hit me
I showed him I was tough
We say that it is love
But we've both had enough
I beg for change
His pockets are all bare
The fights we have are vain
A poor display of fair
I am to blame
His actions are too clear
I've spoiled the love we had
You're in charge of what's here
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024