Winter Sun from The Bugbears by Roaming Herds of Buffalo

We breathe in fire
We breathe in smoke that we spit out at the factories
(We're havin' fun
Out in the sun)
We watch the bloodbanks fill
We watch the needle 'til they're over capacity
(That's just what we do
We go nothin' to prove
We're in the right
Our alarms scream to the dead night)
We watch the long parade
We watch 'em go by all the shitty floats that we made
(That's just how it works
It only gets worse
At least we're havin' fun
Outside in the warming winter sun)
We breathe in smoke
We breathe in fire
We're wrapping sculptures in telephone wires
Our bleeding hearts
Our bleeding lungs
Cannot repent for the things that we've done

• Rock
• indie pop
• pop
• Seattle