Sittin' on the porch drinking 3.2 beer
We're staring at the sky but I haven't got a fear
The meat is cooking slow on that fire pit outside
The wall clouds hang down low and the wind is getting high
Tornado sirens blare, the rain won't seem to calm
I'm getting drunk, I'm talking to my mom
The food looks delicious as we're warned of a flood
Even if the house gets leveled, at least we're eating steak
Two girls and two guys from Geneva, Switzerland, make raucous and danceable Slits-esque punk songs with lyrics in English. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016