I hate pickles cuz they're bumpy and green
They smell like piss and I don't want them anywhere
Near my fucking sandwich
You don't have to get it or ask me why
I just want all pickles to die
I traced my hand up on the wall
Just to see how small
Even got them tattooed to keep track
Of how much they're shrinking soon nothing left
Of all these things I am afraid
One day they might drive me infuckingsane
Irrational fears I've got them for days
I put a mark up to see how tall
Irrational fears Irrational fears
A pack of wild birds flew at my face
Shit my pants and ran away
Seagulls, Grackles they're all the same
If you give them breadcrumbs I'll end your day!
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
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