As I crawl in my empty bed again
I like to think
That someday
I will find my reason
Not to smoke and drink
Till then I'll waste away
Slowly wither and decay
Cause these old bones
Were made to ware
So help me
Hammer in
These coffin nails
God knows
I need a helping hand
And look on the horizon
For my sails
Cause I just need
To find dry land
So I'll keep testing
My lungs till they
Finally give up
Cause my bleeding heart
Well it's been
Fooled around enough
But, I'll keep bleeding
Till I'm dry
Till the day you pass me by
The lights are on
But I'm not there
So help me
Hammer in
These coffin nails
God knows
I need a helping hand
And look on the horizon
For my sails
Cause I just need
To find dry land
So help me
Hammer in
These coffin nails
God knows
I need a helping hand
And look on the horizon
For my sails
Cause I just need
To find dry land
Riff-heavy, blown-out garage-punk from the UK's Dez Dare with lyrics aimed at the political forces of division and isolation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
No-frills punk n' roll, catchy and furious in the service of finding something true to believe in, from Seattle's The Unfit. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2020