Directed by Max Hey
WASTED MIND / Out June 24 via FAT WRECK CHORDS
Burning parts, boils too, we’ve got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two / Everyone’s sicker than a dog in here / No one’s got the medicine to make it all clear / Stranger things have happened, but they’re certainly rare / And no one’s survived em anyway, so we don’t fucking care / Give us a pill, pass us a drink / Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks / Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide, so come on everybody, let’s go for a ride / And do the sick / Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck / Yeah it’s the dance that we do to get fucked / Everyone’s too gross to get unstuck, and no we’re not the kind of people with any kind of luck / Beating on each other with our fists and our wrists, just to get our pounding heads to stop / Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we’re fucked / We’ll do the sick / Sick til we’re all deep in the ground and trash with the worms and their friends / Rolling in our graves til the fucking world ends / No one can avoid it, we’re not making amends / Everyone’s sicker than a dog in here / No one’s got the wherewithal to make it all clear / If anybody had a clue, we’d work out a plan, but it’s easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead / Gimme a pill, pass me a drink / It’s an easier solution than to actually think / Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks / And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks / And do the sick / Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck / Yeah it’s the dance that we do to get fucked / Everyone’s too gross to get unstuck, and no we’re not the kind of people with any kind of luck / So we’re beating on each other with our fists and our feet just to try and get a minute of sleep / When if we’d all get along, sing a couple of songs, we’d slow the sprint toward death to a creep / Beating on each other with our fists and our wrists, just to get our pounding heads to stop / Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we’re fucked
