carve out a mold to fit in
face paint, a cartoon villain
we live in the devil's town
can't seem to walk around without
the chemicals in me
tuck in my shirt and comb my hair
all prim and proper
trying to find a husband
i want to live long and be prosperous
i'm perspiring
my mind's retiring
as we watch the light creeps out of bounds
shouting matches you're alway winning
your spit seethes in crystal clarity
your bile prism, snake charmer
fairly certain i won't wake dearly
i won't wake up
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024