Let's slip off the rope let's cut the cord I can't take no more
Babe we gotta get out of here
There's nothing left but ash in my mouth this ain't our town
Best time we hit the road
We won't be seen we'll get up long before sunrise
I'll hold the bottle of gasoline, kiss me and light the match
The buildings continue to rise, but The City died
The building continues but there's no water and the state’s on fire
Build ever higher on shaky land, build on bay fill and sand
The ocean will rise, slip-strike goodbye
No more will we be seen haunting the old neighborhood
It's no good to scratch and claw, burn the memory down and leave for good
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017