I’M IN A RUT
And there’s no getting out,
The powers that be won’t let go of me,
Until my face smacks down on cold hard earth.
I DON’T KNOW
Why this world’s forsaken me,
To wallow inexplicitly,
In a pool of misery I created for myself.
Wake up this morning,
In my filthy hell hole in the wrong part of town,
and I CAN’T SEE , why IT’S JUST ME,
Who fails at everything that I try to succeed in.
Single, in debt, unemployed and unemployable,
Given all of this I’m surprised it’s been possible,
For me to survive this long.
HEADS DOWN, LIGHTS OUT
Working for something, but living for nothing.
HEADS DOWN, LIGHTS OUT
And this thing will get the better of me.
HEADS DOWN, LIGHTS OUT
And I’ll keep trying but
Heads down, heads down, heads down,
Working for something, but living for NOTHING.
And I drink to numb this heartache,
And this heartache breaks my bank,
And my bank balance leads me to drink,
MORE EVERY DAY
Is there no other way?
A vicious cycle,
A carousel of misery.
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024