A warm sting gets my lips
It burns slow as my memory slips
A boiling rage my fist hits wood
Never have I tasted anything so good
Blacked out wit emotions run wild
Hold me in your arms like a simpering child
A Irish brew, sour and pure
Puckers up my face, totally unsure
Followed up with some cheap beer
Drink it down slow to save yourself from tears
Broken ties and broken glass
This memory I hope will never pass
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
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