Julian from Vomit Rock by Primate House

One summer midnight he slams on the door
You see his eyes, red around the edges
Hey son, you must have allergies, you’re looking quite strange to me.

He smells like a skunk, must have been in the forest
Collecting data and numbers, ‘cause he’s good at science
My kid’s a miracle you say around the office.

And Julian your only son
Smokes weed in the forest on the weekend when you’re sleeping.
And Julian your only son
He’s like all the others, a messed up one.

He raids the fridge, eats all of the cashew nuts
You try to get him to watch movies but he’s tired
My kid’s an honor’s student and your kid is nothing to brag about.

Julian sneaks into his room
Opens the window and relieves the stress with a fresh bowl
Hey son, good job on the grades, keep it up and you’ll have it made.

And Julian your only son
Smokes weed in the forest on the weekend when you’re sleeping.
And Julian your only son
He’s like all the others, a messed up one.

• Alternative
• DIY
• Primate House
• Rock
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Hastings On Hudson