Knucklehead from Power by SUIT

I remember back when, he was a man with a plan
He’s a crafty lady killer, in his head he’s the jam
Pulls a disappearing act, skippin’ out on the fam
Ridin’ tight to fool the night, he’s gone to score with the man

Struttin’ back into the house acting super duper fly
Hiding out in the bathroom fiery pumped up eyes
You can’t brush him off, cuz he knows what he knows
He’s a bad bandalero, he comes and he goes

Tonight he’s got some dinero (ain’t no Monero)
Always strugglin’ through the narrows (keeps comin’ up short)
He’s keepin’ the company of Kings (gutter creeps and petty thieves)
We’d like to kick him to the curb, but we can’t - he’s part of my family

Well, he’s a dressin’ to the nines, going clubbin’ to night
Poser tough guy boots, zipper pants fittin’ tight
Trashy vintage sunglasses he’s a ready to sin
Black film case with a grey lid, chalk full to the brim

Tonight he’s got some dinero (ain’t no Monero)
Always strugglin’ through the narrows (keeps comin’ up short)
He’s keepin’ the company of Kings (gutter creeps and petty thieves)
We’d like to kick him to the curb, but we can’t - he’s part of my family

Well, he’s loading up the posse put the junk in the trunk
Good friends with drama kids and the small town punks
Ain’t lookin’ for no trouble, ain’t lookin’ for a fight
A little bump to the head, and he’s feelin’ alright!

Tonight he’s got some dinero (ain’t no Monero)
Always strugglin’ through the narrows (keeps comin’ up short)
He’s keepin’ the company of Kings (gutter creeps and petty thieves)
We’d like to kick him to the curb, but we can’t - he’s part of my family

• Alternative
• Americana
• Punktry
• alt-country
• hardcore
• post-punk
• Santa Cruz