I felt all the bliss you knew,
when I grow up I'm gonna look
like you.
Pig rots the rot gut glue,
let him bleed out, eat shit, look
through.
And I knew the ground would fall,
if steadiness could stall.
And I've felt that it's the best,
to lift up from my chest.
It fell from the brazen branch,
that sizzles and sticks to the
young boys pants.
It tears through with a little pull,
and shaves the hair to feel the
skull.
Give me something I have never
seen before,
I need your skin on my skin
lying limp and on the floor.
How could you know who I am,
you've never seen my face.
The underlying rattling will
strike you in to place.
Fate won't be warded,
I felt it too.
When I fucked your little boys,
my spirit came in you.
Aussie trio Burger Chef dish out a hearty helping of noise rock with a side of d-beat: messy, raw, and oh-so satisfying. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2022