Nine to five, is what kept you alive, ungrateful fuck!
Mom and dad have paid this fuckin' price for you to see
For you to call their life a waste of time
That pile of books has made you prime, the more you see, you’re just a scam
You look around and what you see’s a bunch of retard nobodies
That work their asses off for nothing
Hats off to Dr. Fuckin’ House!
So breathe in dead water
Like the smell, like the smell
Now that you’ve sniffed your deepest fear, how does it feel
There’s dignity and strength within, we never kneel
Come find us ’cause we stay the same
It's just us and no one else to blame
So breathe in dead water
Like the smell, like the smell
Clap your hands and close your eyes
Clap your hands and dream away
Clap your hands and have no fear
Clap your hands, we’re here to stay
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023