Well there's a life out there for the likes of me
Trust me when I say it isn't pretty to see
Spent my life accepting defeat
Because losing is easier than reality
Look at that fag with the fag in his mouth
Do you think that there's a thing that he could tell you about
he didn't learn from TV or drinking too many stouts?
There's a sea of debris in which he faithfully drowned
Because there's winners and losers
and druggies and boozers
and not that much else when you're hailing from Newark,
New Jersey, the spirit of which runs through his veins
Ain't it fun havin more balls than brains?
There's this big bright screen in my overview
flashing words at me, "Uncle Sam wants you!"
Well if I die, I wont die in some tube
Am I bumpin heroin or simply huffin glue?
cause all of that shit that all my friends got past
only led em down the path of greedy bureaucrats
So I followed my own instinct, I sat on my ass
Ten years down the road I might miss gym class
Because there's toil and treasure
and I just want my pleasure
and I don't even care who I hurt or how I measure
I have no endeavors, only desires
Call me a disgrace but you can't call me a liar
The avant-pop of Griffin Brown works elements of free jazz and experimental electronic music into its tapestry of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021