On with the show
And out with the brews
You're looking at me
I'm looking at you
The table will fly
And then you're all screwed
its order up your
Punches in bunches for lunches yeah!
on you i flipped your order
switched it out for a knuckle sandwich
You won't see it coming
hamhock fist have got you running
flurry to solarplex
i just grin and flex
On with the show
And then bring more brews
You're looking at me yeah
I'm looking at you
The table will fly
And down with some brews
its order up your
Punches in bunches for lunches yeah!
Doing laundry
Drinking soda
you
wash
my
whites
Uncle Cleet Cleet:
You pick the meal
I'll provide the entertainment
Dress you up nice
Wine, dine, make you mine
Because you always were
My little bitch
And now you've got
The scars to prove it
I'm a mean old man
In my snakeskin boots
I'm a sour old fuck
In my snakeskin boots
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023