Well I was woken by a sour makeshift baptism by shower
In a seedy, rather cold Super 8
Washing off the sins that had soaked into my skin
In an ill fated encounter with fate
Ohh shock city...
Ohh shock city...
Not sure where I'd been or what happened to my friends
Or why there was muddy leaves in my hair
Couldn't find my phone as I sat there alone
But to tell the truth I didn't much care
Shock citys a place where you sleep in your clothes
The school's never open, the bars never close
and nobody knows that they're even supposed to care
Then she walked right back inside
Said she's glad I'm alive
Said I left my hefty tab in the sink last night
And now she was slowly smoking cigarettes that
White Russian silhouette
Thought I might just make myself a drink
We were schemin' in a vacant lot
Needin' something that would hit the spot
But you can't get something
You can't get something for nothing
The fix is legit and the booze flows like wine
And nobody's healthy but everyones fine
The streets are all crowded by quarter to nine out there, I swear
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020