Goon by BITE MARX

where you gonna sleep tonight?
you still dont know the meaning of naive
dont be so sure that youre right
things arent always as they seem to be
i see you host parasites
looking for an opportunity
just released from the penitentiary

chemtrails reach through the sky
pass the campsite underneath the bridge
ride the poverty line
use the tools you were born with
you cant depend on police
theres a chance if or when they do arrive
you may be going for the ride

i never liked you that much
i never loved you at all
i never loved you that much

i cant even trust youll not die
before i get back to the parking space
where we both spend the night
its getting harder to look you in the face
i work my cubicle job
while youre out driving drug dealers around
stealing things from the lost and found
i hate the way your techno sounds
i hate the creeps you bring around
youre a dim sun thats going down

• Punk
• antiromantic
• electropunk
• lament
• post punk
• postpunk
• synthpunk
• Los Angeles