Well come on boys better light up the night
You gotta smoke to keep the fire away
You got Bazooka Joe riddles and you're lining the walls
You're gonna the party til the end of days
You stumble straight from the bar to the pysch ER
you hope the spins don't keep you awake
but you're wild and mean, you licked every plate clean but your appetite won't go away
How do you know it's a lie without any proof?
Even better the truth
Even better the truth
You say the land of song awaits the chosen one
they call it rock and roll genocide
this machine weren't made to hurt no one by conceit or by design
you got blisters on your knees sayin "pretty please"
but sister, better act your size
you get the psychotron ready
hold it steady freddy
here it comes, here it comes, the light
how do you know it's a lie without any proof?
even better than the truth
even better than the truth
skeletons in graduation gowns
god damn this fucking college town
we bluff and we say we're the kings of sound
just to meet the queens of noise
for a night on the town
how do you know it's a lie without any proof?
even better than the truth
even better than the truth
even better than the truth
even better than the truth
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024