1. |
In the Backyard
04:54
|
|||
I don't want to feel so damn hateful. You know, I'm not like that anymore. But I'm confronted by the violence that I resort back to in silence, the way you taught me I should break what I can't fix.
And I know, I know, we buried that shit deep so long ago. But it grows, it grows, I found sprouting in the backyard, and it's leaching all our soil.
I don't want to hate you. Don't think I want to hurt you. And I don't want to break this, but I can't fix it. So choke down your apathy with another drink. After several more, I'm beginning to think. We like to talk about our fucking "ethics", but we're so violent, cruel, and sexist. And we dig our collective heels in a little deeper.
So what's the point? You want to live that way. Yeah, what's the fucking point? This shit means too much to me to let you use it as a crutch.
|
||||
2. |
Litter Box
03:11
|
|||
You were born in a pit mine, the runt of the litter box. You were declawed to ensure it's where you'd stay. Here at the bottom of it, covered in tailings and soot. In the shadows cast, in the cold carved path of your mother's failure.
And when the clouds clear, I hope you're still here. Because the escape plan you carved on your arm ain't getting you anywhere. Brother, I know, that you want to watch it all burn down. But, brother, I don't want to watch you burn with it and prove them right.
And at every cross walk, another hit and run. You were fucked before you'd ever begun.
|
||||
3. |
Russian Thistle
03:13
|
|
||
Well, I dissolve at the roots
and with the force of passing cars
I'm tumbling home to you
but I'm changing places as I go
Dried up, ugly, all alone
All alone
Take all of the things
That I'm having a hard time handling lately
Rake them into a pile in the backyard
Hope they decompose with all
The leaves in the Spring time
And you're talking to me
with such weighted words that seem to say
That I'm getting pretty good...
That I'm getting pretty good at getting in the way
So that's where I'll stay
Because I want to be
A tumbleweed
And I'll blow through every house on the hill side
Wipe the slate clean
So I can drop my seed
Where the shrubs and the bugs used to be
In the rubble of
Wasted potential
Not exactly what you wanted to see
But it's the only way I know how to be
Making coasters out of college degrees
"Wasted Potential!"
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like King Brat, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp