lost my mother to the tenderloin
my father to a golf course
here i am leaked in the gutter
find my way home
teeth only unclench when i dribble words
but the ride i'm taking it will be alone
no need for words
no need for anything
i'm on my way to where i should be
the smile i wear
the wheel i squeeze
you will stay in the clouds
watch as i drive into the night like some stupid fucking movie
no one's gonna save your baby boy
we're gonna drag him straight to hell.
This album would be more aptly named "Hits From The Bow II: Hits From The Stern". It so hearkens back to that first album that changed the face of experimental metal. I can't believe I missed this 6 years ago, but I'm so glad it exists. 10/10. brineryte