Gunshots rip apart a once innocent town
Bleeding like an oil spill that’ll only get worse
Free to bear arms in the proper context
A right now inked with drug riddled aggression
Another afternoon, another show and tell
Another sleepless night in which
You fed me rope to hang myself
Nothin’ left to say, nothin’ left to do
I got nothin’ to lose
And that gets me thinking
Lightening insults the injury
Hitting the same place six or seven times
At least we still got domestic flags
Oh wait, I lied
Another wasted night, another late start
Another chance for me to make
My fucking mark
Nothin’ left to say, nothin’ left to do
I got nothin’ to lose
And that gets me thinking
Right?
credits
from Fuck It!,
released September 10, 2010
Music by FDA, Lyrics by S. Mehan
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