Can’t you see we don’t want you around
Butting in where you’re never needed
Take a hint, hit the road you fucking coward
I was born into this world with your chains
Backed up, against the wall
Get it through your head, you have no say in this
You’ve been pushing us down, now we’re pushing back
In a world where we’ve been struck down
Your point of view only interests you
Can’t you see we don’t want you around
Butting in where you’re never needed
Take a hint, hit the road you motherfucker
I was born into with world with your chains
We’re sick of you, get a fucking clue
I don’t want to repeat myself
Tribal crew, coming for you
We’re fighting back for the sake of our kind
You better be running and you better be scared, cuz you know who’s coming
BY ALL MEANS
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024