Pure Honey from ROACH SQUAD by ROACH SQUAD

Pure Honey

It’s freezing outside but your hands are still burning
No need for gloves, no need for doctors
Wings like an angel, but your devil is waiting
You’re wasting your poems on the corner of Berri
The light will turn red, you’ll let it turn green
But you will stay there to remember the phrasing
The money is flashing, the karma is counting, the days that you end up doing nothing but thinking

Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes in your memory

Your thighs are covered in pure honey
There’s food in the trunk, there’s a phone in the windshield
It’s culture, it’s clothing, a screen in the sauna
A spotlight in a bar at 8 in the morning
It’s breakup sex, it’s a day at the zoo
It’s a dirty towel, a Dying Fetus CD
GI Joe vs Cobra
Your thighs are pure honey

Don’t need no holes Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes in your memory

Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes in your memory

Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes
Don’t need no holes in your memory

• Punk
• alternative
• diy punk
• melodic punk
• punk
• punk rock
• Sunderland