I’ve got some demons under my skin
They squirm when I stay out late
They say hey maybe you should start smoking again
Have another beer, have eight.
Do us this one simple favor
We’ll leave you alone forever
They must think that I’m fucking stupid
They must think that I don’t remember.
If I were ever at peace with myself
I wouldn’t write any more songs
I’d just sit and strum a single chord
I wouldn’t even hum along.
I’d listen to the vibrations
And watch the world go by
No more, no more joy or frustration
With nothing to do but to die.
Down the street there’s a dumpster fire
I sit and watch plastic it melts off the wire
Every morning wake up smells like burning tires
Yo, make that shit my funeral pyre.
Radicalized by the times that we live in
If there ain’t no future we can’t be forgiven
It hurts so bad I can barely breathe
I want someone to watch over me.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022