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we finally did it. we're as poor as we always wanted to be. maybe finally someone will take us seriously. the neighborhoods we grew up in were easy to forget. it's a small price to pay to be legit. vintage store vagabonds with drawn on black eyes. you say it's just fashion but i have to wonder, why? and what it is exactly that we all have to prove? i know, man. i know. i do it too. i've got no real excuse for these awful tattoos. just a little extra cash and nothing better to do. does that sound like you? well i don't know much but it seems to me, that's not enough to base a personality. and if money doesn't matter, why must we convince everyone around that we don't need it? we've made poverty a genre so we can play act poor. i'll be your woody guthrie if you'll be my elenore. go and hop ourselves a freight train to west baltimore. where men with much less are fighting for more. men with much less are dying for more. why not, man? why not? we can play there too. i've got a little extra cash and nothing better to do.
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Pee All You Can Pee
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we run for miles and lift steel weights. train for battles that might take place. beat them? we are them. the worlds biggest guns with nowhere to point them. we stand in line for the worlds biggest pissing contest we don't want to look but hope our fathers see us. look at me! look at me! love me! love me! i want to look strong. pee all that i can pee. there's got to be more to life than this. we fight for love but we end up with piss. piss from the east. piss from the west. piss in my mouth. piss on my chest. i piss the most. you piss way less. you piss like shit, i piss the best.
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Sinker
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there's a cashier at the liquor store down on mckinley. he's got a tattoo on his arm that says only god can judge me. i've always wondered why it was in the present tense. i've always wondered why he was on the defense. because every paycheck made is blown on bourbon and schlitz? or because keeping poor people drunk is how he feeds his kids? they say jesus made water into wine. he makes nine dollars an hour plus overtime. i'm sure both can seep at night just fine. as he hands me my brown bag a knowing look on his face, i know i too will sleep well, confirmed in my faith.
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