Head Wound City

Welcome to Head Wound City, now die alone in the street, skull crushed flat by the bumper of that yellow cab you didnt see comingthe one with wheels made of cyanide-laced donuts, and GG Allins grinning ghost grinding the gears. Jordan does the singing. Gabe plays drums. Cody does guitar stuff. So does Nick. JP plays bass. Most everybody sings along. Theyve been in some of the bands that have burned out the backs of your eyeballs, Yeah Yeah Yeahing you into a jitter sex frenzy, Locusting your flesh down to bare white bones, and spurting Blood Brothers all over your clean white sheets. It was always fun, though, wasnt it? We always came back for more, did we not?