I've got a moment to kill
One second where I could spare
A life or all life at once
Promise I'll try to be fair
So
When will we expire?
When will we slip away?
Each one of us is guilty
Every last one is vile
Sinning from the beginning
No way to reconcile - sorry, Francis
So
When will we expire?
When will we slip away?
It's the best we could do
The only good we could do
They say that no one should suffer
That supporting weakness is key
but if no one's belly went empty
We'd wipe out everything
Every seed cannot succeed
Every tree can't bear fruit
There'd be nothing but oak trees
If every acorn took root
I wish that we would expire
I wish that we'd slip away
I Want to be a Tiger
I want to be a tiger
I just want some fangs of my own
I just want the claws and the stripes and the eyes
Oh, momma, why can't I just be a tiger?
I want to be a tiger
I've tried lotions and potions and motions of fear
But none of them have gotten me near to what I desire
All they've really given me have been
boils and rashes and warts
And I'm thinking, that's gotta stop. I need help.
I've got to travel far and wide across the ocean.
So then I went to a shaman
And he told me that there's nothing I can do
About the species I've been born into
So you know what I did to him?
You know what I did to him?
I ate him like a tiger!
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017