I could start a cult
Write a pretty grant up
Multiply my birthrights
Make the kids jump
With nothing but a fucksong
Nothing but a Marlboro
Time or al Qaeda stole your rosebud
Szechuan saucing up your childhood home
Stay young and help me grow up
Hotter than Enron
Tower fire Y2K
Kids are bumping Kid A over Ground Zero
The Thom Yorke
We here at Pitchfork fed you
Twitch-mogul, indie sandbox
Bet you I could top that
Limey with the good jeans
Little sand castle can’t stand up
When I whip my genetic leash
Pizarro’s getting into bondage!
I hope that pushed your buttons
Sure pushed mine
I could start a cult
I could start a cult
Two-headed boy
Never be a failure
Never be a failure
Commies in my cohort
Adderall and maeng da
Google Bus arrived
Same night our cult Chinoised in Berkeley
Get sloshed, slash tires
Fuck Larry Page’s ‘vestments
Fuming and invested
Leftist in a Lexus
Alexa, play my latest album
For the white kids
Fancy me a cute mestizo
Singing edgy lyrics
If I don’t see you dancing
This is all for nothing
So just sing along, buy some merch
Erase your Banksy wallpaper
iPhone made in China
Kill your high horse, babe
And drink my cup
Drink my cup
Never be a failure
Never be a failure
Tie me to my Baby
I wanna see Amerigo up in flames
And love you in the morning
Be near me while you’re worth it
Be finally in the dean’s room
Tie me to my Baby
I wanna see America up in flames
And sing about the ember
Go Batman up a Billboard
And piss on the 5 in new jeans
Wagner fought for white skin
Scribbled a couple nice chords
I read it in a textbook
I wish I had a big dick
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023