The Boys are back at mine after training, all 'busted back' and 'crook knee' and they're hobbling towards me. Hit a punk song, and then a beer bong. It's charming if you think about it.
"We're just doing what we've always done." No-one tells us how to run a race we've already won. Hit the town, three buttons undone. It's charming if you think about it.
When I die, I hope I die with The Boys by my side. With The Boys, and and the angels singing: "Wolfpack assemble!", wolf-whistle at the birds, catcall until the cows come home. We are a farm of fucking fuckwits. We vomit in the trough. It's have a feed, smoke some weed, hit the piss and head home.
There's a blue on at the bistro (bring back the biff, hold back our misso's). Let the hypermasculine boxing match begin. It's charming if you think about it.
When I close my eyes, I see somewhere that I've been in another life. And the boys are all there. And they're egging me on. And then I do it: I poor my beer into a shoe and I suck it down.
released August 24, 2016
MQ - instruments, words
Brendan Lees - Drums
Jake Louis Rush - Engineering (drums)
Alex L'Estrange - Mixing
Joe Carra at Crystal Mastering - Mastering
Georgie McCall - Art
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