FHS Punks from Future Fiction by Karma Glider

Here we come up to the end of the road
Two small-town punks staring down the unknown
This town is crazy and it fucks with my soul
Now school is over and I’m ready to go

Two hands are touching but I’m standing alone
And from a distance, I can’t tell where to go
There’s no position that could make us un-whole
And no condition that can fuck with your soul

Hey, yeah, thrill me tonight
I’m on fire from that look in your eyes
Oh, yeah, burn through the skies
Sometimes it feels so good I can’t believe we’re alive

Here we come unto the end of the road
Of thirteen years trying to break out of the mould
If you’re lucky maybe you can leave with your soul
Just the other day, it was me and you against the world

Hey, yeah, thrill me tonight
I’m on fire from that look in your eyes
Oh, yeah, burn through the skies
Sometimes it feels so good I can’t believe we’re alive

Let the good times roll

• Alternative
• brit pop
• indie rock
• shoegaze
• Montreal