Call off the firemen
The maggot queens
Are pulling rat traps from the skinny of his jeans
And oh, the lonely actors had to die
Their eyes no longer targets in the sky
And it's sad when you wish for a lie
So much to work out, so much to sell
To disarm demons with demos deep in hell
He's pins and needles, he's walking dead
He's fucking boilerplated knockouts in his head
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020