Dealing from Traveling by Rid Of Me

All the dealing that I'm under
compromise hit the head
ample stealing someone's thunder
so many books unread
making anger, heaving blunders
a quick pick me up

I don't need to have a real life, baby
I just wanna make it home

Got these plaster masks of rotten
rotate as reams of dread
10,000 lbs that I'm under
I'll take it really, will take it

I don't need to have a real life, baby
I just wanna make it home
Tremble pieces of get right, naming
I just wanna make it home

Got these gleaming metal objects
roomy cuts midnight blue
dangle while beaming above me
I'll take it really, will take it

I don't need to have a real life baby
I just wanna make it home

• Punk
• noise punk
• noise rock
• post-punk
• Philadelphia