You’ll raise your kids on deviled ham
Cause you won’t even spring for spam
You’re like an ingrown hair I can’t reach,
The sand in my shorts at the beach
You are the itch I cannot scratch
The bad apple that spoils the batch
And yet here we are in Bridgeport again
The cockroaches have become sentient
And I for one am thrilled with this development
You probably tip like an ass
After giving waitstaff your sass
You’re the picnic that’s full of ants
You’re the tear on the back of my pants
And yet here we are in Bridgeport again
The cockroaches have become sentient
And I for one am thrilled with this development
Who is this for?
No, really who is this for?
I’ve lost the plot once again
I’ve lost the plot once again
Forces freely facing foes
Gnawing nascent neighbor who knows
Different dyes do deal decoys
Every elephant eerily enjoys
credits
from Psychic Vampyr,
released March 1, 2021
PSB - Keyboards, tambourine
CGB - Bass guitar, backing vocals, lyrics
Jonathan - Lead vocals, guitars
Jim - Drums
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