Sunday morning at seven o'clock
Sun is rising, dew is dripping, street is covered in fog
Orange colors dance around me like the pigs on the moon
And at this rate, I will soon be up there dancing 'round too
Through the mist and through the fog I will ascend up above
And feel the wind run through my hair as I reach out for god
And down below I'll see my troubles spread out down on the lawn
And look upon them, laugh, and wonder why I worried at all
My skin is drenched, but my soul isn't whet
I have caused so many problems that I've come to regret
And I spent my whole life running, never turned to look back
But now I've had to face them, and I've come to realize that...
That life goes on
And life goes on
And on
And on
And on
And on
And...
And life goes on
I've spent my whole life thinking
What should I say?
What do I say to all these people that won't make them run away?
But now I think that maybe being lonely isn't so bad
So praise god, it's time to realize that...
I live for myself
Fuck everyone else
I live for myself
Fuck everyone else
I live for myself
Fuck everyone else
Roiling dancefloor post-punk. a chance to get down for those who feel alienated by the social patterns of modern culture. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 1, 2017