Well all you ever wanted was to hang on a cross, yeah
To be famous as a martyr for a long lost cause, yeah
And every day you don't die, your legend keeps growing
About a somebody so beat you wonder how they keep going, yeah!
Your knees are threadbare and your ass is showin'
And when you last slept in a bed, there's no knowin'
You're eating garbage
Your complexion is spotty
Your once chiseled physique now hangs over your body
The barrel is empty
You're scraping the bottom
The things that I'm lookin' for
Nobody's got 'em
Here comes a face from your past
Don't pretend you don't see me
If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me
Master of ceremonies strikes up the band, yeah
(If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me)
He stubs a cigarette out on the back of his hand, yeah
(If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me)
The marching band of chaos beats a hole right through its drums
(If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me)
And rats that got no teeth fell under traps with flapping gums
(If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me)
They say that I'm a sucker 'cause I waited for you
But I ain't givin' up because I know you'll come through
It makes me feel like an island
Like a one man gang
Goin' down like a punk with your cap gun bang
The barrel is empty
The bottom is dry
The things that I'm lookin' for
You can't even buy
Here comes a face from your past
Don't pretend you don't see me
If I ever get lucky and score, you'll wanna be me
credits
from Cruelest Light,
released June 8, 2018
Alexander Talionis - Guitar/Lead Vocals
Mike Michalski - Guitar/Vocals
Kyle Baker - Bass/Vocals
Kevin Olds - Percussion
This creative San Francisco guitar band melds trip hop, krautrock, My Bloody Valentine-esque noise, and jangle pop hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2024