Tell me
Can you keep a secret
Pinky promise really mean it
I don't feel like me sometimes
Mirror man I don't know that guy
So I shaved my legs but the razor died
These pinpricks itch but I can't satisfy
I was so scared of making a scene
But behead them all I will be queen
Cause I can't escape this fate
My blame game blames phalates
Or maybe mom wasn't there
Freud lives in my sordid stare
But what if it's all a psyop
These doctors talk just like cops
How can I justify what I can't identify
I fight my own lies, wide-eyed
(dammit)
Kick this shell down on the pavement
I strike back oh how I hate him
Gnashing teeth as she croaks
All this violence, all a cope
So kick this shell down on the pavement
Taste the dirt, that's what he needed
Wailing as her neck broke
All this violence, all a cope
OH GOD NO!
This scarecrow's not my own
PLEASE GOD NO!
But do you really know miss madam calypso
ALL A SHOW!
Too damn slow for fake gusto
MY SHADOW!
She sits below locked up inside my bone marrow
If you fuck just like John Wayne
With a ten-gallon hat and you never feel pain
Or sixteen shots 'round a tree truck waist
And the stuble stretches past your stone-cold face
But I'm no dick slinging cowboy
This revolver's nothing but a rusted toy
Bitch better meet me at high noon and she may defeat me
SHOOT ME SOON!
Shells protect, use your shell to hide, but everyone must put their shell aside
So kick this shell down on the pavement
I strike back oh how I hate him
Gnashing teeth as she croaks
All this violence, all a cope
So kick this shell down on the pavement
Taste the dirt, that's what he needed
Elbows crash into her skull
You better fight for your right to my soul
Kick this shell down on the pavement
Derelict dead-eyed replacement
Stabbing back with mighty strokes
All this violence ALL A COPE
The punk legends return with their first studio album in 35 years, featuring reworked fan favorites as well as all-new material. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2020