Roll my eyes until they look at my brain I can't listen, I won't listen to your to your petty complaints about who we fuck, what we wear, who we have become we've fought to fucking hard for us to ever bite our tongues You won't, make us, you won't make us leave You're disposable filth: scum in the fucking streets You won't, make us, you won't make us leave You're disposable waste: scum in the fucking streets Scum in the fucking streets. And I'm gonna watch you ooze. X 2 Dead and gone is where you belong We won't, listen, you can't, make us, we won't listen, we can't, hear you We won't, listen, you can't, make us, we won't listen, we can't, hear you And we're gonna watch you ooze, we're taking back the streets. We're gonna watch you ooze, taking it back. We're gonna watch you ooze, scum. Dead and gone is where you belong. Roll my eyes until they look at my brain I can't listen, I won't listen to your to your petty complaints about who we fuck, what we wear, who we have become we've fought to fucking hard for us to ever bite our tongues.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024