Pump that dirt day by day
Rock those veins, till they hurt
Pain is good, pain is a feeling
Roast those veins, BURN BABY BURN!
All this weight, pushing down
Nothing much to keep it up
Too late, too deep, too high
Wake up in a coma, YEAH YOU'RE FINE!
Mr. Spiderfingers, how's your spine today
Any plans tonight? Thanks for stayin late..
Thanks for coming before birds embrace the day
You're a solid pillar we appreciate
March in line with the goons
You're not them, you're much better
You know life from tip to toe
Pump that dirt, MAKE IT HURT!
Worlds collide, curtains fall
Rolling stones grind you to dust
You don't mind, you can handle hell
You don't need heaven, you're ONE TOUGH SPARTAN!
Mr. Spiderfingers, please don't be alarmed
We are here to help you, we don't mean no harm
Thanks to our program, you will grow and bloom
Now pick up a brochure, clear your office room
Mr. Spiderfingers, you're unreasonable
Your reincarnation is quite feasable
Please consider all the possibilities
And the drastic lack thereof should you PULL THAT TRIGGER!!!
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024