DESCRIPTION:
All Power To The Wingnuts! EP

and its true that were teenage fools, trading five days a week to work and school
just to sneak around on weekends watching for the cops, to waltz in abandoned parking lots
and call these cracks in the system a revolution, but to the vanguard party thats criticizing
what have you been up to since the Soviet Union
when youre not starving, life is just the mechanics of eating

talking to you is raw eternity, but what isnt these days
and if our only gift is this dark black void, to me thats okay
cause our nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy
burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an american city

so if its all the same, then ill pass out tonight still hating punk rock
but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on

theres whiskey in my bottle and you know theres enough for you
ill join you in that grave youre digging if theres room enough for two
where theres no risk of death, life is just the logistics of breath

tomorrow ill wake up in a ditch, with every friend that ever meant anything on the opposite side of the country
but i still wouldnt trade anything for the nights when the rain promised us at two am
in some burnout industrial shell of a town that will never be dry again.
and ill keep walking, and running, and drinking towards a day that i can see suicide as a tragedy