I'm chewing on my fingernails and I don't care if they bleed
Because it seems to me that I am losing my fucking mind
And I keep smoking crack but there's still this meaning that I lack
And I keep shooting smack but you're still never coming back
I talk so much shit it's no wonder I smell like it too
It's amazing that anyone who's ever near me can even breathe
I litter this town with my hopeless hymns and my empty bank account
And my awful poetry screamed out over 3 chords
And those few special moments when I wasn't so completely bored
I stand before you an awful mess, pissing out my window and smoking cigarettes
And when I try to go to bed, I'm kept awake by the voices in my head
Karl Marx couldn't save us nor could any of his kind
The police and the economy, the thought of their atrophy constantly plague my mind
Infamy and poverty sung over a symphony to a crowd of starving eyes
I'd like to say it helps but we'll never be free from this tainted democracy
The punk band plays on but it's all only the soundtrack to our self destruction
Kids used to want to be the police, now they want to beat the pigs
In hopes that one day peace won't be a crime
And until that day I will never be free from this apathy
I feel nostalgic for the days before I was born
The warmth of the womb to shelter me from this bitter air
And I don't care, you're lying if you say that life doesn't make you scared
I stand before you an awful mess, terrified by my apathy and nihilistic company
And when I try to wake up, I'm kept asleep by my dreams of world synchrony
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